We got a late start, maybe 8:30 and our sail to Monkey Point on Guana Island, which involved tacking into the wind, a two a nd a half hour sail. The boys decided to stay aboard while we took the dinghy in to the snorkel area, which was completely different from anything we’d seen so far. Hundreds of thousands of glass minnows schooled close to the rocks and just outside to that, thousands of larger blue runners, and outside, below, and through them enormous silver tarpon cruised like submarines clearing a bubble through the schooling fish.
I’ve never experienced anything like that river of fish swimming under and around me, and glinting when they turned in the sunlight. Pelicans dove into the water like torpedoes. We swam out to the point where there were larger schools of the six and seven foot tarpon, which I have to say were intimidating, but there were plenty of snorkelers in the water and having swum with feeding tarpon in Belize, I remember being told they wouldn’t mess with us. We clambered out of the water over rocks and crossed the small opening in the rock to a sandy horseshoe beach on the other side of the island. The beach was decorated with cairns of white coral and we noticed a knotted rope up the steep side of the mountain. The Tortola side of the cut was sprinkled with houses but we were surprised at the luxury houses on Guana. How did they deliver materials? By barge? By helicopter? As we sailed out of the harbor we saw the rock called iguana head.
It was four by the time we reached White Bay and there were no moorings left; the same was true of Great Harbor, so we headed back across the straight to Cane Garden Bay, where the inn was also full, so we had to anchor out past the moored boats. Anchoring is an art in itself, especially in a bay where the wind shifts around 360 degrees. We had appetizers and rum punches while we waited to see if our anchor would hold before we headed in for dinner at Myett’s where ewe ordered two of their cracked conch and conch fritter appetizer ( a meal in itself) and watched the rehearsal for the Tortola Bollywood show put on by the Tortola Dance Project and scheduled for Friday night. 
By the time the meals arrived (mostly mani and grilled shrimp but I ordered Buffalo wings), I was too full to eat my particularly hot wings. Myett’s reggea band had a good lead singer with quite a range. Luckily, our boat was still securely anchored when we got back.