My wife and our 2 friends boarded a twin-hulled catamaran at the Weston/St. John one morning and set off on a trip over to Jost Van Dyke. I had read about JVD online and thought it worthy a visit. JVD is a very small island, only just recently obtaining electricity. JVD is named after a Dutch pirate, I believe.
On JVD, resides a legendary soul named Foxy, who operates an establishment under his own name. He is a reknowned local Calypso singer, who often entertains guests with tropical songs. Since I''m Pianoman, I usually travel with my trusty melodica, which has many stickers on its case to show its many journeys. A melodica, for those who may not know, is a small keyboard you play via a mouthpiece. It sounds like something between a harmonica and an organ. I hoped to jam w/Foxy. Of course, my wife wishes I wouldn''t bring it along,anywhere, but....
Anyway, off we sail through the channels.
Our first stop is a wonderful spot for snorkeling, so we indulge. After viewing the most breathtaking underwater reefs, we pile back aboard and sail toward Foxy''s.
Our approach to JVD lead into Great Harbour, and a more idyllic harbour, there never was.
The town consists of several buildings spread above the beach on "Main St". At the end lies Foxy''s Tamarind Bar & Grill. It''s just a great beachshack bar/restaurant half-open and half-enclosed. The beach is right in front and foliage is everywhere. Unfortunately, Foxy must have heard I was coming, ''cause he was nowhere to be found.
After a satisfying lunch at Foxy''s we sail off toward what I had read was listed as one of Conde Nast''s top ten beaches in the world. From what I know, they were right.
We pull out of Great Harbour and sail around a point toward White Bay. This was something incredible. It looked like we sailed into a swimming pool. The small bay is protected by a large coral reef. So not only is the water very calm, the white sand bottom makes it remarkably clear. There is no harbour, so guests jump into the water and wade to shore.
And onshore, sits the aptly named "Soggy Dollar Bar". This is the birthplace of the worldclass drink: "The Painkiller". After acquiring beverage, I immediately headed back into the water, where I then nursed this concoction. Other than the bar, there was an inn w/ several beach cottages called "Sandcastles". They looked charming and we are considering staying here in the future.