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Return to Guadalupe Island / Cage-Diving with the Big Great Whites

December 25, 2013
Great photo by fellow diver Lars Bell

Great photo by fellow diver Lars Bell

November 17, 2013, about a month ago, I flew across the country to observe and photograph great white sharks at remote Guadalupe Island 220 miles off the Mexican coast.  I had made the trip in September with Daughter Dana and it was a great experienceAt that time of the year, Guadalupe Island attracts the young males who crew member Jimi Partington called “the teenagers.” We had a lot of cage action and many sharks, but I came home without seeing the mammoth adult females and feeling as if I had missed something. Jimi had told me they come to Guadalupe in November.  Dana was unable to go due to work, so I made the trip back solo. 

I grew up extremely interested in great whites, and had driven to Montauk to see the head of the great white caught by Frank Mundus off Montauk Point in 1986 which at the time was the largest fish of any kind caught on rod and reel.  For the uninitiated, Mundus was an eccentric shark charter boat Captain upon whom Robert Shaw’s Quint character was based in Jaws.  The shark’s head was mounted over the bar in a little restaurant at the Marina.  I sat for several hours, drinking beers and looking up at that head in complete wonder.  It was so big, it seemed inconceivable that it was real.  But it was. I decided that I had to see one of these giants from a cage with my own eyes.  I got my wish on this trip and will never forget it.  The photo below shows Mundus with his record-breaking catch.

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 Upon our arrival at Guadalupe Island, the first hour or two were very slow.  Then a very large male came up to test the baitsJust as we were getting excited about some action with a big shark, the male beat a hasty retreatBriefly we were disappointed until the reason for his quick exit became apparent.  An enormous female made her entrance and simultaneously made our trip.  She was around 18 feet in length and well over 4000 lbs.  Think about that.  That’s more than two tons of fish.

For those readers interested in the boat, the accommodations, food, crew and itinerary, I suggest reading my first post on this blog called “Cage-Diving with the Great Whites.”  All of these details are covered in-depth in that piece.  This second trip was identical in all respects except for the sharks encountered For that reason this article will be short on text and long on picturesSeeing the “Big Girls” was the whole point of the trip.

Due to scarring that may have resulted from a fight or from mating, we called her Scarboard.  She was the key to making our trip a success and all the pictures in this article are of herWhen an alpha female is at the surface, all other sharks go down below.  To remain is to challenge, and a challenge will likely result in a fatal attack.

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To my fellow divers on this trip, please feel free to send me any pictures of yours you really liked.  I can edit the piece, add your shots, and give you credit for the pictures.  I had asked a number of you but only two of you responded.  If you have a great shot, let’s get it out there.

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The striped trigger fish escort the great whites to the island and stay with them a couple weeks. The shark won’t harm them intentionally and the trigger fish clean the sharks hide and teeth, a fully symbiotic relationship.

It is now Christmas Day and the happiest of Holdays to all of you.  May it be a happy and prosperous New Year.


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Here she comes again.

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Hitting the bait, a large tuna head.

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Scarboard was considerate enough to put on a show
for those who were not in the cage as well.


The day coming to an end. Doesn’t that water
look peaceful? It isn’t.

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At the cage, more curious than aggressive.


Mother’s abstracts?


Guadalupe Sunset


The sheer size of Scarboard was evident by
the distance between the dorsal fin and the tail.


Another great shot by Lars Bell

Happy Christmas Eve

Happy Christmas Eve


Cage-Diving with the Great Whites

October 21, 2013


The Bitter End Yacht Club

November 30, 2012

After 25 years of serious travel all over the world, from Santorini to Bora Bora, we found paradise in our relative backyard at the Bitter End Yacht Club.  If I tried to detail every positive experience, this article could turn into a novel.  So, I’ll try to just describe our highlights, and first and foremost would have to be the absolutely wonderful BEYC staff.  Never in all our travels have I hugged so many people goodbye.  It was very special.  Plaudits should go to the managers, Mary Jo and the COO Sandra Grisham.  They have assembled an all-star staff.

The Bitter End Yacht Club is, arguably, the preeminent yachting resort in the Caribbean.  I had heard about the Bitter End years before I actually visited.  My Father was an avid sailor and raced his Resolute every summer weekend on Long Island Sound.  I was usually called upon to crew, along with a couple of his buddies.  I was not along for my expertise.  My Pop rightly figured I could get into less trouble if I was with him.  My Pop and his buddies talked all the time about chartering a boat to sail the British Virgin Islands, and BEYC was always a part of that plan.  Alas, they never did the trip.

Like many BEYC guests, I first visited the resort while on a cruise ship.  Almost immediately, I realized this was a place I wanted to come back to for a real stay.  While we were at the resort, I asked to see all three types of rooms and got a real feeling about what I wanted to do.  I fell in love with the Beachfront Cottages, high up on the hill above North Beach.  The next year, we were there for a land trip.  Our first trip, I over-packed very badly, bringing sports coats and dress slacks.  I nearly killed the poor gentleman trying to lug our bags up to our villa on the hilltop.  But that never happened again.  All you really need are shorts, a polo or two and flip flops, even at Dinner.

Our luggage guy's nightmare. We overpacked.

Our luggage guy’s nightmare. We over-packed.

Exterior of our Beachfront Villa

Exterior of our Beachfront Villa

Winded but happy, the entrance to our beachfront villa

Winded but happy, the entrance to our beachfront villa

Beachfront Villa at Night

Beachfront Villa at Night


Three types of rooms are available to suit different tastes.  The Beachfront Villas were much like our over-water bungalows in Tahiti in terms of layout and feel.  Tucked into the hillside, you get the feeling of camping out in luxury.  There are trade winds blowing night and day, and combined with the ceiling fan over the bed, the villas are always comfortable.  I love them.  The Premium Beachfront Villas seem to be identical except they have air conditioning.  I’ve always gone to BEYC in April or May, and unless you like sleeping in a meat locker-type climate, there was no need for A/C.  In August, it may be different, I really don’t know.  The third room option is the North Sound suites located at the other end of the resort.  They are very nice, with an A-frame look to them, but more like a traditional resort room.  They were not for us.  The Beachfront Cottages are open all around but screened to discourage bugs.  A terrace wraps all around the cottage and has a two-person hammock ideal for late afternoon siestas.  The shower is screened in with wooden slats which open floor to ceiling, giving you the feeling of showering outdoors and featuring a gorgeous sea-view panorama.

Beachfront Villa Interior

Beachfront Villa Interior

My beloved hammock.

My beloved hammock.

The Resort

Unlike most of the ships and resorts I’ve covered in these pages, the Bitter End Yacht Club is definitely a vacation for the whole family.  There are two different programs for kids, one for ages 5-12, the other for kids 13-17 years old.  But don’t get the wrong idea.  BEYC has plans that are aimed at romance, and can make this as sensual and intimate a vacation as you want it to be.  Bottom line, there is something here to love for everybody.  And although it is a yachting resort, you need not be a sailor to find a million things to do.  Whether it be getting certified for scuba, trail hiking, yoga classes, snorkeling, deep-sea fishing, learning to sail at the Sailing School, watching movies at the Sand Palace, or just lounging by the gorgeous pool before your massage at the Spa, ranked a World’s Best by Conde Nast, there are unlimited possibilities for every taste.  And if you are a sailor, choose from 100 vessels and get out there.  I love the Hobie Cats.  And to explore the area, you can’t beat a Boston Whaler.  Oh, and don’t miss the day-long excursion to Anegada replete with sweet lobsters and fabulous snorkeling.



My favorites, the Hobie Cats


The Pool

The Pool


Futile purduit of a Parrot Fish off Anegada

Futile pursuit of a Parrot Fish off Anegada




Our Typical  Day at BEYC

Susie and I are up just before sunrise brewing up a pot of coffee from the provisions provided in the Villa.  Sunrise is when the big rays come to shore to feed, and although we are high up on the hill, my zoom lens brings me right to the lapping waves.  We watch the rays and sip our coffee out on the wrap-around terrace as the sun rises out of the sea.  We are the first ones at breakfast or close to it.  I like to eat a big breakfast as my lunch will be just freshly-caught fish and salad.  We have brought all our suntan creams, books and sundries and set up in chaise lounges.  Susie works and is not a water person.  Her perfect day is reading, tanning, dozing and occasional dips in the unbelievably perfect water.  In short, pure relaxation.  I am retired and am a fanatic water person.  I cannot sit still.  I may put my things on a chaise lounge but it is unlikely I will ever sit in it.  I take a morning swim and then a walk.  The grounds are beautiful, bursting with flowers of every persuasion. At mid-morning, I grab my mask, fins and snorkel and join Captain Kinto for the morning snorkeling excursion aboard the Ponce de Leon. These excursions visit reefs nearby including two of Sir Richard Branson’s islands, Necker and Mosquito.  I’ve come to like Kinto and he makes all the dives fun.  He calls me the “Hot Mess.” I like to think affectionately.  Or maybe not?  After the dives as we skim across the crystal clear water, you can choose from Kinto’s jug of rum punch or water and soft drinks.  I’d love a rum punch, but have bid farewell to booze, so water will have to do.

Big ray feeding just after sunrise

Big ray feeding just after sunrise

The scenery on my morning strolls

The scenery on my morning strolls

Dana aboard Captain Kinto's Ponce de Leonafter snorkelling

Dana aboard Captain Kinto’s Ponce de Leon 


We arrive back at the pier just as lunch is being served.  I order whatever is today’s catch of the day and head up to the extensive salad bar.  The kitchen makes a creamy pepper dressing which is to kill for.  After lunch, I return to the salad bar and hit the fruit section with mango, papaya, cantaloupe, watermelon and other treats.  I’m so proud of my dietary discipline that I can almost overlook that it was creamy pepper dressing.

After lunch, Susie returns to her reverie while I take out a Hobie Cat.  Although I had been raised sailing, I hadn’t done it in forty years, and I went out with a friend twice just to get my bearings back.  Turns out everything came back to me, and for the rest of the trip, I took a Hobie out every day.  I return to the dock in time to catch Kinto’s afternoon snorkeling trip.  By the time we get back, I’m pretty beat and it’s time to head over to North Beach and check out the kite boarders.  The wind picks up noticeably in the afternoons and watching these guys is a blast.  There is a small jetty which runs out a ways into the water and has a thatched roof and chaise lounges.  It also happens to be right where the kite boarders do their thing, so you know I have my camera.  This is good for about 45 minutes and then the sun and sea begin to catch up with me.  With the continuous trade winds blowing, it is easy to lose track of how much sun you’re getting.  And with my English-Scottish complexion, I would probably beat Johnny Winter in a tanning contest, but not by much.  Be smart, use a high SPF sunscreen and reapply.

Jetty for watching kite boarders, windsurfers and snoozing

Jetty for watching kite boarders, windsurfers and snoozing


Kite Boarder

Airborne Kite Boarder

Airborne Kite Boarder

View of the jetty from out terrace

View of the jetty from our terrace
Windsurfer captured with zoom from our terrace.  I love this picture with the many shades of blue and green in the water.

Windsurfer captured with zoom from our terrace. I love this picture with the many shades of blue and green in the water.

 As I sit and watch, I am greatly entertained by the never-ending battle between the pelicans and the black-headed gulls.  If there is another name for the gulls, I don’t know what it is, so black-headed gulls they will be.  Every time a pelican makes his kamikaze dive into the surf after spotting a fish from the air, the gulls are all over him.  They sit on his back while he smartly keeps his head underwater until the fish is secured in his bill.  Even then when he raises his head out of the water, the gulls are trying to poke their bills into the corner of his mouth.  This does not end, and the pelicans seem to accept this with a Job-like resignation, like this is part of the pelican job description.  Funnier still is when the pelicans decide to take a break and doze in the sun, there is always a gull or two who go and join him.  Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?  Who knows?

The Pelican and the Gull take a rest together. Talk about a bizarre relationship.

The Pelican and the Gull take a rest together. Talk about a bizarre relationship.

I’ve decided that the hammock on our villa deck is sounding really good, so I decide to head back to the room.  I pass two young boys who have gotten two land crabs out of the rocks and are trying to race them.  There are obstacles to land crab racing; a lot of them.  For one, neither crab seems to be particularly eager to go anywhere.  Then, when they do move, it is never at the same time nor in the same direction.  I encountered a similar quandary when I went to Woodstock in 1969 and tried to walk three bullfrogs on a rhinestone-studded poodle leash.  It was an interesting concept but difficult to put into practice.  Watching the land crab “race”, I had the feeling that I could nap, shower, shave and dress and be back before the stretch run.  I returned to the villa’s hammock, where the trade winds rocked me to sleep.  Susie returned and woke me when it was time to shower for dinner.


Dinner for me was very similar to lunch.  There are always steaks, chops and other alternatives available, but I live in New York City where I can always have these kinds of things.  A piece of broiled fish just hours out of the water is something I can’t get all the time.  So we generally adapt our vacation menus to where we happen to be, the local specialties.  After Dinner, as we stroll back to our villa, a brief rain shower passes over.  This happens virtually every day.  And after, a breathtaking rainbow fills the horizon.  You never get tired of these kinds of scenes.  We reach our villa and it is very early, barely 8:30 PM.  But I’m thinking shower, a little reading and bed.  You can’t get up at sunrise, be moving all day and then break into party mode.  I’ve had exactly the kind of day I had hoped for; there is nothing more to add to it.  There may very well be good nightlife at BEYC.  I’m just the wrong guy to ask.

The daily rainbow, sometimes more than once.

The daily rainbow, sometimes more than once.

 In closing, I just want to give a shout out to some of the BEYC staff who made the resort feel like home to us.  I know I’ll forget some people, and my apologies.  At check-in, Kesheem immediately charmed us, as did Vonda.  The entire group at Reception was warm, caring and made us feel like family.  When we were checking out, we genuinely felt that they were very sorry to see us leave.  In the Restaurant, we fell in love with Restaurant manager Maureen, Ophelia (I kept asking after Hamlet), Beverly, Beulah, Burton and frankly, everyone who served us.  I will miss some names here who should be recognized for their excellence, but suffice it to say everyone was a winner.  At the Bar, we had many fun, lively discussions with Titus and Willis. They took great care of us.  Kinto, Maureen’s son, made the snorkeling excursions cool and memorable.  There are thousands of beautiful resorts all over the world, and Sue and I have been fortunate enough to visit a great many of them.  But a resort is only as good as the people who make it run. I had the chance to get to know Sandra Grisham, the co-manager and found her warm, easy to talk with and exceptionally competent.   She gets it.  Bitter End Yacht Club has a wonderful, warm staff.  This is a resort we will keep going back to again and again.  Virgin Gorda has a number of fine resorts.  In the all important “Bang-for-the Buck” category, I place BEYC at the top.

Sharing a somber moment with the Restaurant gals. Queen Maureen is on the right.

Sharing a somber moment with the Restaurant gals. Queen Maureen is on the right.

Susie and Dana with Maureen

Susie and Dana with Maureen

The Biras Creek Resort – Virgin Gorda, BVI

January 30, 2012

Aerial view of the Biras Creek Resort

The Biras Creek Resort is an intimate luxury resort on Virgin Gorda, cited by both Conde Nast and Travel & Leisure as among the best resorts in the Caribbean.  With 140 acres and only 31 villas, the resort is spacious and private.  Located on a peninsula, the resort actually abuts three separate bodies of water.  The swimming beach, snorkeling area and the sailboats, windsurfers and other craft are on the North Sound lagoon, protected by a reef.  The waves are gentle and fine for even a novice swimmer.  The villas are on the open Atlantic, offering beautiful vistas and considerable surf.  The Marina is on an open Caribbean bay.  Access to the resort is limited to boat and helicopter.

Arrival at Biras Creek from the Gun Creek ferry

Biras Creek is not an inexpensive place to stay, running near $1000.00 per day per couple if you select the full American Dining Plan.  Because it is easy to lose an entire day travelling to the islands in the BVI, we had flown into St. Thomas the previous day, spent the night and chartered our own flight to the Virgin Gorda Airport.  Seeing as the commercial airlines serving the BVI, Cape Air and Air Sunshine, are not presently allowed to land at Virgin Gorda Airport due to some zoning restriction, the charter flight was a stroke of genius.  Had we flown Cape Air to Tortola and taken the Ferry to Biras, we would have arrived in time for Dinner.  The private charter allowed us to arrive at the resort nearly four hours before check-in, but as we had informed Biras of our travel arrangements, our villas were ready upon arrival and we were able to enjoy the entire first day.  A few bucks extra, but money well spent.

The bustling Virgin Gorda International Airport

Our Private Charter from St. Thomas

Arriving at the resort from the Gun Creek Ferry, we were immediately transported to our villas.  I fell in love with the setting immediately.  Our terrace was right on the beach, on the Atlantic Ocean side.  The waves were surfing caliber, although I never saw anyone out there on a board.  Perhaps there were reefs too close to the surface.  The strong breeze was constant and invigorating.  My first thoughts were how wonderful it was going to be in the evenings, shutting off the AC, opening up the screens all the way, and falling asleep to the sounds of the wind and crashing surf.  That is my ultimate sleep experience.  The villas were done in a teal and white color scheme with unframed island art which seemed just right.  There was a comfortable living room with all the necessities and a bedroom with ample closet space.  My favorite part of the villa was the outdoor shower.  The girls were a little leery of the shower since if someone really had wanted to spy it was possible.  I considered it a non-issue and loved showering looking up at the blue sky.  When I say our terrace was right on the beach, I mean you could take a path about twenty feet to where the waves were washing ashore. I have always loved pelicans and to my delight, their preferred feeding area was right in front of our villa.  If I can come back in another Life, I’d like to try my luck as a pelican.  They are so unlikely looking you have to love them.  Wi-Fi access is available throughout the resort, which enabled us to use our iPad.  Very convenient seeing as there were no televisions or radios in the villas.  They would have detracted from the ambiance.  Biras Creek is, more than anything, a getaway.

Ocean Villa Bedroom

Ocean Villa Living Room

View from Ocean Villa Terrace

The centerpiece of the resort is what I called “the Fort,” situated on the highest point on the property.  As you approach the “Fort,” you pass the Arawak Lounge, site of the afternoon tea.  There is also a small but functional gym which I made a point of walking past at least twice daily. This brings you to the staircase leading to the Reception Desk, and another flight up to the bar and dining room.  There is a cocktail hour nightly before Dinner.

Arawak Lodge (right) and Staircase to Dining Room

Bar Lounge and Entrance to the Dining Room

So far, all of the attributes I’ve mentioned are available at many luxury Caribbean resorts.  It was the food that set Biras Creek apart from most of its competitors. The cuisine at Biras Creek was absolutely phenomenal.  Executive Chef Jermaine George made every Dinner a culinary celebration.  The soups changed daily and were all inspired by local flavors.  Appetizers included Seared Tuna over Wilted Romaine with Black Olive and Shallot dressing.  Or maybe Coconut Shrimp Tempura with a Grilled Apple and Mango Salsa sounds good. But then you’d miss out on the Smoked Bacon Caesar Salad with Croutons and Parmesan Crisps.  The Main Courses were equally hard choices.  One night, it was Pan Seared Red Snapper with Thai-Inspired Sushi Rice and Spicy Ratatouille.  The next night offered a Spiced Rub Lollipop Pork Chop with Bacon Mashed Potato and Island Rum Sauce.   Then, Pink Peppercorn Crusted Halibut with Sautéed Leek and French Beans in Truffle Oil.  Of course, steaks and other entrees were available every night.  When the main course had been cleared away, you were truly entering dangerous territory.  While I usually am able to exercise some discipline in terms of dessert, Pastry Chef Brian Luke made willpower virtually impossible.  The choices included a Hot Chocolate Fondant with Vanilla Ice Cream, Apple and Cinnamon Crisp with Vanilla Ice Cream and Caramel Sauce, Paris Brest filled with Crème Chantilly, Fresh Fruits and Raspberry Coulis and a Coconut Panna Cotta with Chocolate Sauce and Pistachio Ice Cream.  Of course, there was a Cheese Table serving Continental and English Cheeses with Complimentary Port Wine and a Cracker assortment.  All of this served by a friendly and efficient staff who were proud of their resort and seemed genuinely happy to have us there.  All in all, it was as fine a dining experience as I have had in the Caribbean.  Our sincere thanks to Fernella, Ellery, Janice, Kathy Ann, Cheryl, Dominique, Maggie, Oma, the two Jens and many others too numerous to mention for making our stay at Biras Creek a wonderful one.


Tuna Tartar, Pickled Cucumber and Wasabi Dressing

View from the Lounge Terrace- The Marina at Sunset

It took us no time at all to slip into an unhurried and wonderful daily routine.  After a terrific breakfast featuring fabulous pastries, fresh fruit and the usual breakfast fare, my friend Ricky and I headed to the Marina.  Each morning, we’d take out a Boston Whaler and explore.  The first voyage had a few Laurel & Hardy moments, but after that, things went smoothly.  It was fun to go out to Prickly Pear Island, where we had been many times for cruise ship barbecues.  It was very different to have the whole island to yourself.  Then, we would head over to Bitter End Yacht Club, another of my favorite resorts and the subject of a future review.  After visiting with my friends on the Staff, we would head back to Biras and go to the beach to join our wives.  With luck, we would each have time to take out a Hobie Cat for a prelunch sail.  Lunch was served either in the Dining Room or at the Beach.  The Beach barbecues were far more than hamburgers and hot dogs, although those were available.  But I always try to eat things on vacation I don’t have ready access to at home.  There were skewers of fresh shrimp, seafood paella and a wonderful Thai Teriyaki Beef, along with an assortment of cold salads.  After lunch, we’d take a swim and another sail, and perhaps a nap in a hammock.  At about 3:30 PM, we’d go to the beautiful oceanfront pool.  The girls were not keen on swimming in the ocean, knowing of course, that we share it with other species.  Anytime you enter the ocean, you are leaving the world you inhabit and becoming a guest in another world, a world with different rules and inhabitants.  The pool was always slightly cooler than the sea and very refreshing.

The Hobie Cats

The White Sand Beach

Beachfront and Barbecue Venue

The Oceanfront Pool

Some days, I would arrange for a massage at the spa before returning to the villa to dress for Dinner.  The Spa was adequate, but nothing more.  The masseuses were pleasant and willing, but I guess I’m somewhat spoiled in that regard.  If Biras wants to be known as a world-class spa, there is work to do, both in the appearance of the spa and the training of the masseuses. 


The Biras Creek Resort is very spread out, so each villa is equipped with two bicycles.  They come in very handy since it is about a fifteen minute walk from your villa to the beach, and longer still to the Marina.  I had been looking forward to riding the bikes, although I had not ridden one in thirty years or so.  But I recalled the old adage that you never forget how to ride a bike.  That is true.  What they don’t tell you is that although you may recall how, that is no guarantee that you will still be able. I have had several sports-related knee surgeries, and although I got up and riding with no problem, my left knee could not handle the hills.  Only a small portion of the pathways are paved, the rest just dirt trails.  After a rain shower, the dirt trails were particularly hard to navigate.   I found out that the staff was always readily agreeable to driving you anyplace you wanted to go in one of the many staff golf carts.  Everyone was very nice and amenable, but I found myself viewing my requests as an imposition.  I felt old. I began to walk to the beach, and in the process, saw some things I’d passed without appreciating.  I passed iguanas ranging in size from tiny to three feet long not counting the tail. The tennis courts were about halfway between the villa and the beach.   Just before the beach were the stables, where the resort keeps horses that had been abused in Puerto Rico.  I do not know the nature of the abuse, but the horses have a pretty good life now.  They graze and nap and are leery of people.  I had the impression that the long-term goal was to get the horses comfortable enough with people to let them ride them.  Some part of me hopes that never happens.  While I can understand the additional revenue to be derived from offering horseback riding on the beach, these horses have paid their dues.  I hope they continue to keep their distance from people.

One of the Rescued Horses

In closing, a few impressions I got from my time at Biras Creek.  The only children I encountered had either hiked over from another resort or come ashore on a boat.  Biras is really meant for couples.  There is very little night life and that is how it should be.  The Biras Creek Resort is a beautiful, luxurious place to spend time with your special someone.  Replace the party scene with a beautiful sunset.  Get up for the sunrise and watch the rays come into shore to feed, while a lone shark glides through the shallows.  Use this tranquil place to slow down your life. I would like to see golf carts available for those who cannot handle the bicycles.  You can adjust the speed the carts are able to go to make them safe, and I would wager there would be far fewer accidents with the carts than with the bicycles.  Apart from that, the place is damn near perfect.  A place to rejuvenate.

Dawn Breaks from Our Terrace

Sequential Sunrise- Biras Creek Resort- December 2011

January 10, 2012

Sunrises in the Tropics

One of the great free pleasures in life is watching the sun come up out of the ocean in the Tropics.  I am rarely up at the crack of dawn at home, but somehow it happens naturally in the Caribbean.  Maybe it is the cumulative effects of swimming, snorkeling, sailing and eight hours in the sun.Whatever, I tend to sleep very early and get up at sunrise.  It is a magical time.  Rays come into shore to feed, the lone shark patrolling the shallows.   The following pictures are a sequential attempt to catch the beauty of a morning sunrise from our Villa terrace at Biras Creek Resort on Virgin Gorda in the British Virgin Islands in December, 2011.  I hope you like them and that I was able to capture the absolute tranquility of the experience.