Peter Island was beautiful and the home of the most elite resort we had encountered on our journey. We were clearly out-classed. We were confused at first when we approached the bay, the guidebook told us that there were 30 mooring lines.  There were only four and luckily we got the last one. The charge for that line was $15.00 higher then all of our other stops, when we questioned it we were told that it included the shower facilities and while the shower was great it wasn't worth $15.00. That evening we ate lite thinking we would go to the resturant and have a snack - they wouldn't let us in because we were not dressed up enough.  When we suggested that we would be okay with sitting outside the resturant by the pool and having some refreshment, they were motified! Insisting that we should go to the "beach bar" we did not want to create a scene and found that even at the beach bar we were underdressed. The next morning we connected the dots - there probably used to be 30 mooring lines but they had pulled up 26 of them in order to keep the yachting riff-raff out.         

I suspected that morning as we sailed off that as soon as we were out of sight they were pulling up the four remaining moorings. Despite being outclassed we were able to appreciate the beauty of this resort - the landscaping was the best we had seen absolutely beautiful tropical flowers everywhere nice and neatly trimmed.  I could have walked for hours. There were also quite a few peliguins on Peter Island and they were not shy like they are here on the Gulf Coast. Don't be fooled by the innocent looking one that I got so close to in the photo. I was quite pleased to get that close - would never happen at home. After the photo with Bill's coaxing I decided to see how close I could get before he would fly off. Well, he wasn't going to fly off - two steps closer and he whipped his beak around at me, making sure I understood that the next time it would have my arm in it - I backed off and we went for a walk. Later when we returned to our dingy this same peliguin was sitting in it. He very reluctantly left but not before leaving us a very unpleasant gift. I think he did it on purpose. The next morning the peliguins were diving so close to our boat for food that I was awakened by the splashing and thought someone had gone overboard. Much to my relief it was the innocent   peliguin you can see  photographed in the water. It was sad to leave Peter Island - it meant going back to Tortola to return our boat - our week was over.   Fortunately we still had one more day to spend on St Thomas before our journey home. And while I was missing home a bit I couldn't believe how fast the week had passed.