We got going and caught an 8:15 ferry over to Tortola. We didn't really have a big game plan in mind, but we new we would rent a car and just drive around and see were the Kia would take us. I returned to the car rental dealer I had just been too two weeks prior, and much to my surprise the lady didn't recognize me... I told her I would be back and bring my family, evidently she couldn't quite remember. Evidently I didn't leave much of a lasting impression. However we settled this transaction on a car that would ferry Shelly, Molly, Wally, me, and our provisions for three quarters of a day.
Tortola was very busy. There were 3 cruise ships in. 1 being very, very large, and then 2 medium to smaller sized vessels. Nearly all of the passengers would have disembarked their boat and got on a taxi-truck to traverse the island. It took them to the more commercial, tourist beaches and locations. How do I know this? We passed by them as we initially headed towards them as well. But Shelly, with her acute sense of excitement, said the place to go was Josiah's Bay. And sure enough. Not a tourist taxi truck to be seen, and only a handful of people enjoying this wonderful place.
Sadly, but inevitably, this area is beginning to get built up. There were a number of new houses in the area and others under construction, and the beach had a decent bar and social area. Locals rent surfboards and body boards, but Shelly said it looked nothing like it did 9 years ago with its consumer growth.... That is the way things go I suppose.
On the ferry ride home Shelly was recognized, again, and sat and chatted with a old acquaintance... Molly and I sat outside/upstairs and chit chatted with others on the boat and took one last look back at this nice island.