BVI: Tranquil Virgins

Bret GilliamBack in 1971 I cruised into the British Virgin Islands and dropped anchor at Norman Island just off the famous caves that inspired Robert Lewis Stevenson’s Treasure Island. I never dreamed at the time that these islands would become a second home for me over the next two decades in the charter and dive industry.

My initial foray into diving exploration at the nearby pinnacles known as “The Indians”, left me profoundly impressed at the diversity of marine life and radiant water. There was also an unequaled serenity to this island chain of mostly uninhabited islets, cays, and spectacular beaches that was at once breathtaking and tranquil. Sort of a mixed high that left you exhausted from the singular pleasure of doing nothing but soaking in the scenery of a time long past elsewhere in the eastern Caribbean while chafing to see what splendors lurked just beyond the next harbor.

For me, the next harbor turned about to be a tiny four-acre resort island called Marina Cay. In those days the hotel consisted of scattered A-frame cottages, each with its own deck and a devastatingly beautiful vista. The generator shut down right after dinner and it was strictly candles and oil lamps for the late night crowd. The resident manager, Joe Giacinto, and I had met at a dive instructor program and we forged an enduring friendship that had me returning time and again.

For many, the British Virgins were an enigma. Hard to get to in those days by any conventional transportation and not a high rise hotel resort to be found when you finally did. Air service was spotty and something of an adventure in itself. I remember The Last Resort owner Tony Schnell once commenting that the local airline had recently acquired some new aircraft. He then clarified that the planes were “new” only to them. But the circa 1940’s DC-3’s did yeoman’s duty hauling the curious and clued-in visitors who immediately fell in love with the islands’ charm and beauty. A burgeoning charter fleet prospered and eventually there were more boat bunks available than hotel beds by the early 1980’s.

While the adjacent U.S. Virgin Islands staked their future on freeport shopping, multiple cruise ship dockings per day, and towering columns of hotel and condo accommodations, their British counterparts watched from a discreet distance and made a conscious decision to stay “special”. Yeah, nowadays you can actually make a phone call or send a fax and the cars turn on their headlights at night (well… most of the time). But you can still leave your hotel room or car unlocked and your camera unattended at the beach and know your stuff will be there when you eventually wander back. Try doing that in St. Thomas…

Cows, goats and horses share the dirt roads with cars that could never pass inspection anywhere else but Louisiana. And everyone knows each other and always says hello or stops for a chat. Visitors are welcome and the locals take a somewhat bemused interest in making you feel at home. Coupled with some of the most gorgeous secluded beaches with tasteful hotels and guest houses to fit any budget, the BVI has prospered in its own way, in its own time.

Dive BVI founder Joe Giacinto at their Little Dix Bay location
Dive BVI founder Joe Giacinto at their Little Dix Bay location

That’s my kind of place. Throw in some excellent diving and it’s a formula sure to please. I’m still going back and loving every minute of my time there. While there preparing this article, my old buddy Joe Giacinto, longtime operator of Dive BVI since 1975, was whisking me around in his 40-foot custom catamaran capable of cruising at 30 knots. It was a a quantum leap from the twenty years I spent here previously moseying around at a snail’s pace ten knots by comparison.

The Old Days

In 1971 when I was first visiting, even the main island of Tortola was largely undeveloped and things pretty well shut down by the time it was dark. The center of the BVI universe was a handful of buildings “downtown” and a lively new center of commerce was emerging on the west side of the harbor nestled around a couple of docks that housed the sailing fleet of a startup bareboat company called The Moorings. They had a score of Out Island 41 sailboats that tourists could charter and sail themselves. It was considered a pretty far fetched business premise then. Equally dubious was the motivation of a Texan named George Marler who moved in next door and opened a little dive operations center to service the bareboat customers and the occasional hotel guest that might want a look under the water after the novelty of sitting by the only pool on the island wore off.

There was already one dive operator in the BVI, the legendary Bert Kilbride, who based himself up in North Sound on a house perched precariously on a tiny spire of coral and leftover glacier droppings called Saba Rock. Bert was the acknowledged king of diving and the local wisdom pretty much figured that there wasn’t enough business for the two operations to survive. (Both went on to prosper and see another dozen or so operators come and go over the years.)

Across from Kilbride’s tiny abode was another new business aptly named The Bitter End. It was pretty much the last place of civilization in the BVI before jumping off east to Africa. They also had a bareboat or two and some daysailers but their claim to fame was a great restaurant and a jolly bar in the middle of absolutely nowhere for the cruising yachts to visit while enjoying the protected harbor. A few bungalows for guests were hung on the side of the hill and there was even a huge dockside fish pen built around a floating dock with a few reef sharks inside to thrill the yachties when they tied up their dinghies. A bigger thrill was achieved more often than not when one or two inebriated souls were pushed into the “shark tank” on their way back from the bar. The mad scrambles to escape certain death from the three foot docile predators was a spectacle of great occasion for onlookers who then had a lifetime of war stories to relate. Of course, the poor reef sharks were equally terrified and were regularly liberated by sympathizers.

By the mid-1970’s progress began to creep into BVI with a few more hotel properties going up and a landfill project that reclaimed a lot of Roadtown Harbor for new government offices, businesses and two new marinas. The Moorings abandoned their old haunts and moved to the east side of the landfill created harbor at the foot of the mountains while a slightly more upscale operation appeared on the west side called Village Cay Marina.

Little Dix Bay resort beach on Virgin Gorda
Little Dix Bay resort beach on Virgin Gorda

I made arrangements to keep one of my 90-foot motor yachts there as it offered fresh water (a commodity worth more than gold it seemed then) and shore power along with easy access to new provisioning services. One Saturday in 1975 we were celebrating the end of a three week charter by blasting some new music from an obscure artist we had discovered recently while we washed down the vessel. A friend from the U.S. had brought down a home-made tape and described the singer as “sort of country/folk/rock with an island flavor”. The name scrawled on the tape jacket looked like “buffet” and we weren’t sure if that was the artist’s name or where our friend had just had lunch. But the music was good and it went well with the work at hand. Truth be told, not all the ladies in my crew were fully dressed as they labored under the noon day sun sudsing down the decks and windows and within a short time quite an impromptu party was raging on the end of A Dock.

A few other charter crews joined in the merriment and by late afternoon things began to resemble a full-on dance fest of wild abandon fueled by rum, local mushrooms and a certain herb donated by some mysterious characters just back from Jamaica. All the while, the chorus of “Mother, mother ocean, I heard your call!” jammed from the speakers and beckoned more partiers to join us in our revelry.

The most popular line, of course, was, “Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late!” and every time that came around nearly four dozen semi-clad partiers lustily sang out in loud unison. Joe Giacinto’s brother, Mike, arrived with keg of British Double Diamond beer about then having heard about the party all the way over on Marina Cay. The 275 pound ex-Notre Dame football lineman hoisted the keg on one shoulder and stepped aboard to appreciative cheers. The sudden infusion of a fresh beer supply effectively killed any remaining hope of sanity and restraint. When two guys arrived via hang gliders and crash-landed on the upper deck next to the hot tub, I knew the guest list was wide open.

By dusk, we were gearing up for the long haul as the crowd continued to grow and the level of debauchery ratcheted up considerably. Finally the marina manager, a German who had his sense of humor surgically removed at birth, arrived to announce that we were all being evicted for being way too loud and in violation of whatever local laws governing nudity and controlled substances were then in existence. And he wasn’t too happy about the two hang gliders now draped across the afterdeck of another yacht tied up adjacent to us. He was probably right… but his edict was not greeted favorably by the Jamaicans who promptly picked him up and tossed him in the harbor while the boisterous onlookers sang “Lili Marlene” in bad Rhineland accents.

Two local policemen who were partying with us and were stripped down to not much more than their formal cocked hats and red-striped uniform pants counseled a discreet departure and so we loaded up the entire party and got underway for the isolation of Great Harbor (off Peter Island) where the celebration eventually ended with the sunrise and more than a dozen other yachts rafted up. It was like that back then, a good party attracted other boats like sharks to a blood trail.

One weary guest came around and pressed a handful of cassette tapes in my hand as he was leaving. He said since we enjoyed this music so much we should have some more of his work. I looked down at the stained tape cover and peered intently at the slight blond guy in front of me with a bushy mustache and Corona Beer tee shirt. Yeah, it was the same guy on the album cover. Jimmy Buffett had infiltrated us at a time when none of us even knew who he was.

Buffett was to become a regular figure in the BVI for years to come aboard his Cheoy Lee sailing vessel Euphoria . He made a practice of dropping in on local bars and parties with his guitar to raise the level of professionalism and general level of chaos. Any Buffett fan will recognize the BVI’s influence on him during that era. The song “Please Don’t Say Manana If You Don’t Mean It” is a veritable BVI name-dropper working in popular anchorages and even the local rum maker (Calderwood’s Rum) in Cane Garden Bay as parts of his lyrics. Look for the chorus that begins:

Women and water are in short supply,
There’s not enough dope for us all to get high…

Yeah, those were the days. Buffett went on to immortality a few years later with “Margaritaville” but still kept his unpretentious persona as he drifted between the islands… just another sailor looking for a good time with friendly folks who adopted him as the Poet Laureate of the boating life. As he warned in one line, “Don’t ever forget that you might end up in one of my songs!”

Enter Maturity, Sort Of

While the unbridled partying attributed to the yacht charter crews of the 70’s and early 80’s has subsided as the decorum levels have been elevated over the years, the spirit of my era has been kept alive by a local known only as Bomba who tends bar within a face-plant of the ocean on Tortola’s north shore. The full moon parties at the Bomba Shack are indeed the stuff of legends. Initially spawned as a watering hole for surfers and the occasional innocent who might stumble in, the Shack grew to landmark status that now attracts all ages and, I suspect, more than few who were featured in the original Star Wars bar scene. It’s not for the faint of heart or for the easily offended. But to paraphrase what the wise man once said, “A fool and his money are some party!” Similarly, the New Year’s Eve celebration at Foxy’s on Jost Van Dyke have served to kill more than few brain cells over the years.

And let’s not forget that at The Last Resort, owner Tony Schnell allowed his pet donkey, Chocolate, to drink beer with the guests… in the dining room! I always viewed that indulgence as the ultimate social equalizer. Tony, another relocated Brit, rose to fame as sort of an infamously schnockered cabaret lounge singer specializing in fractured song lyrics of popular tunes re-worked for the yachting audience. Stop by and be treated to such standards as “You Picked A Fine Time To Heave Up, Lucille” or “Puff, the Tragic Faggot.” It’s an evening of entertainment served up to scores of cheering boaters who know a diva when they see one… or at least a suitable substitute for Mr. Ed.

But Back to the Diving.

It’s not often that you hear the BVI mentioned in the world’s top ten destinations but the sites are varied, uncrowded, and offer everything from fantastic wrecks, sea mounts and steep pinnacles,  to coral gardens and the labyrinth cave/cavern formations at Virgin Gorda’s famous southwest shore.

My guess is that the BVI diving reputation ended up taking a back seat through no fault of its own. It’s a simple case of having a buffet plate too full. While other Caribbean destinations lack the myriad unspoiled islands with soaring mountain peaks and pristine beaches, the BVI are almost blessed with too much of a good thing. In other places, diving is the only reason to be there. In the BVI, you have a more varied list of options.

When Hollywood went shopping for a real wreck to be the star of The Deep in 1976, the producers immediately chose the wreck of the Rhone off Salt Island. Sunk in a savage hurricane in 1867, the wreckage is scattered in three sections in depths ranging from twenty to ninety feet. The intact bow section, nearly 150 feet long, rests on its starboard side in the sand and is the deepest portion of the dive. Swimming through the jagged opening where the ship broke apart near midships allows the diver to explore the interior safely with easy access to exits along its length and excellent penetrating ambient light.

The mid section showcases upright columns of framing, a massive boiler, and even a row of large wrenches now frozen in time with the coral. Clouds of fish swim freely throughout the scene while friendly grouper and yellowtail hover nearby begging for handouts.

The stern lies against the gradual slope and nearly breaks the water next to the rocks. The eighteen foot bronze propeller dwarfs divers that swim through the rudder bay to explore the caverns beneath the hulk. If you close your eyes and concentrate, you’ll have little trouble conjuring up the exotic image of Jackie Bissett in her infamous tee shirt right here in the same spot over twenty years ago. And you might still find one of Robert Shaw’s empty Scotch bottles stashed away in a nook. (The cantankerous actor bedeviled the movie staff with his notorious drinking habits.)

In the early 1980’s the Chikuzen, a huge merchant freighter,  sank about ten miles north of the Dog Islands. She now lies upright in about 80 feet of water and has become home to immense schools of both pelagic and bottom fish that cruise her expansive remains. Since the Chikuzen is exposed to the north swell, access can be limited to her in the rougher winter months.

While the wrecks have earned raves from a host of reviewers, a variety of great sites are to be found just about anywhere you cruise. There’s wonderful snorkeling throughout the islands as well. At Norman Island, thought to be the inspiration for Robert Lewis Stevensen’s Treasure Island, you can swim through shimmering schools of silversides that cloak the entrance to three major caverns purported to be the repository of pirate’s loot back in the days when Capt. Edward Teach, alias “Blackbeard”, roamed the islands. Only a mile or so away in the open ocean lies a submerged pinnacle known as Santa Monica Rock, so named for the 17th century sailing vessel that foundered on her. The site abounds in reef life and pelagics and could easily take several days of diving to cover.

For the more leisurely paced, another set of pinnacles known as “The Indians” beckon in depths of less than 60 feet in the protected lee of Peter Island. Hop-skotching a few more miles brings us to a shoal between Peter Island and Salt Island called Blonde Rock that harbors superb fish schools, legions of lobster and even a jewfish (Goliath grouper for the politically-correct…) or two have been spotted at this popular site near the Rhone.

The Dog Islands lying to the west of Virgin Gorda offer a plethora of caves, caverns and reefs in isolated cayes with no inhabitants except nature’s own. Another great deep water site called Tow Rock boasts one of the largest resident schools of barracuda you’ll see anywhere in the Caribbean along with scores of big grouper and snapper. All this in less than 110 feet of water.

Overlooking The Baths at Virgin Gorda to Tortola on the western horizon.
Overlooking The Baths at Virgin Gorda to Tortola on the western horizon.

Every visitor to the BVI has to make a pilgrimage to The Baths, a mysterious phenomena of granite boulders supposedly dropped at the end of the Ice Age when the big melt kicked in. While there are endless theories as to the geological evolution that produced these magnificent structures surrounded by stunning beaches and transparent water, there’s no argument that the south end of Virgin Gorda is one of the loveliest spots on this earth, above and below the water.

Diving can be accommodated by liveaboard vessel (the venerable Cuan Law, a massive sailing catamaran that is the largest of its kind in service in the world) or by the many dive operators that are happy to take you from their docks or rendezvous with your chartered yacht anywhere you’re anchored. Most charter operations can set you up with scuba gear and a detailed chart series that will let you do diving on your own if you like. The popular Virgin Trader Yacht Charters have even added a special fleet of diesel powered catamarans designed specifically for diving that can accommodate up to four couples in splendor… available for bareboat charter or with a captain. I’ve chartered their more up-scale Horizon 56 motor yachts about six times in recent years and found these well appointed yachts one of the best ways to get around.

Of course, I prefer the services of Dive BVI (owned by old pal Giacinto since 1975 until recently selling out to a multimillionaire who came down as a guest and bought the place; Joe remains on as a senior member of the Board and mentor to the management staff.) They do “rendezvous dives” if you’re traveling by yacht and will pick you up at your anchorage with all gear. Dive BVI also has multiple locations, great facilities and dive boats, and superb staff headed by Casey McNutt and her husband Jeff, expatriates from Texas. Yes, I admit a bias but I don’t think you’ll be disappointed with the recommendation. I still dive with them and it’s great. (

The diving is good, the sites varied (except for drop-offs), and the marine life abundant. Combined with the above water beauty of the scores of private coves found in the surrounding cays and outer islands, the BVI offer the best of both worlds to divers and cruisers.

Yes, there are now plenty of hotels catering to every taste and budget, but for me, the only way to truly fully appreciate these islands is by boat. There simply is no finer or more accessible cruising to be found in the western hemisphere. Every day brings a new anchorage with a new vista and if you don’t like your neighbors, the next harbor is only a few miles away.

Taking Leave Reluctantly

Completing my nostalgic tour, I had the chance to stay again at my old favorite, Marina Cay. Now operated by the Pusser’s Rum group, the delightful island has benefited from enhanced landscaping, a large open air dining room located right at beach-side, an on-site Dive BVI facility, and newly constructed hotel suites with the same great views… only now with king beds, refrigerators, and (gasp!) hot water in the spacious bathrooms.

Sunset view from Virgin Gorda looking to western islands
Sunset view from Virgin Gorda looking to western islands

Traveling back to Virgin Gorda in excess of 30 knots, I reflected on the modern conveniences that had come to my old cruising grounds. But when we climbed into Giacinto’s van at the marina and had to chase three chickens and a goat from the interior, I knew that things were still the same. Sunset viewed from a high vantage point above the granite boulders of The Baths confirmed that all was right in the BVI cosmos again.

Progress had stuck its head in the tent, but thankfully the rest of the camel remained securely tied up outside.

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12 thoughts on “BVI: Tranquil Virgins”

  1. Absolutely brilliant article, thank you Bret for bringing back some fabulous memories! I was there in 70-72 and again 78-81 and remember those days SOOOO well, in fact I’ve written two memoirs about my life in Tortola during those years. I got lost in The Baths and would probably have died there had it not been for a passing yacht plucking me from the water when in desperation I dived off the boulders into the sea!

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  2. Off to Jost Saturday the 31st. Haven’t told them yet thatyou sent me. I wanted to see the expression on their faces…

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  3. David,

    Yes, you can plan a visit to the British Virgin Islands with stays in several different island resorts to give you huge variety and a different view from your room every night. Dive BVI has on-site dive operations at Marina Cay, Scrub Island, Leverick Bay, Little Dix, Spanish Town (Virgin Gorda) etc. Also they can arrange to pick you up daily at about a half dozen other resorts that are all fantastic. Go to and contact them. They can coordinate everything for you, get you prices, and book each property that you choose. You could literally do a different island resort every other night if you wanted. You can preview all this via websites. Ask for a phone number through an email to Dive BVI and speak to Casey or Jeff McNutt. Tell them I sent you… that always scares them.

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  4. OK, I give up. Don’t know how we’ve missed it for so many years. Probably the expense. The resorts all seem pricey. I suspect what we’d like to do is see multiple islands and be sure to make it out to Santa Monica Rock. Thing is, we like seeing the islands as much as making the dives. Any way to get to multiple land-based ops without breaking the bank?

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  5. Mary,

    I lived in St. Croix as my base of operations for nearly 20 years beginning in January 1971. The diving there is vastly different from the BVI. Years ago, before epidemics of coral bleaching and unchecked fishing methods depleted species populations, St. Croix was one of the best places to dive in the eastern Caribbean, particularly the steep drop-off walls on the north shore. Sadly, circumstances have changed dramatically in the last two decades…

    The British Virgin Islands are completely different… then and now. They have not been affected by crime, development, or the general chaos associated with the U.S. Virgin Islands. Also, what makes the BVI so special is the huge number of islands and cayes all located in close proximity. I think you would really enjoy a visit there. I go back every year. But I rarely, if ever, dive elsewhere in the Caribbean since the region has deteriorated so badly and other areas of the world are vastly superior such as the Indo-Pacific (Indonesia’s eastern side, PNG, and the Solomon Islands).

    The BVI offers tremendous variety, both underwater and topside. Whether you visit and stay in a hotel/resort or opt for a liveaboard or yacht as accommodations, it’s a very special experience. Dive BVI is a great operation to start your decision process as they have bases with several resorts and can set you up in accordance with your budget and tastes. Check them out at:

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  6. The only island I have visited for any length of time was St. Croix. I stayed on the north side and dove the Anchor River, the wall, and Frederickstad (?) pier. They were building a new dock, so I didn’t see much on the night dive. The divemaster was uncomfortable being in the town at night. Also, I thought the corals were beautiful, but where were the fish? Only a few small ones were in evidence, probably due to population pressure for a free source of food. I enjoyed my time topside and even rented a car and drove on the left (not too difficult). Your article made me think about going back and trying another island.

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  7. I met Lobzilla on the Rhone. He’s the Bret Gilliam of the lobster world!

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  8. John,

    The mushrooms seem to have worn off now… and I see that the author in the link is actually you!

    How dare you reference a supposedly independent third party reference source that is yourself? Next you’ll be telling me that you slept with author!!!

    It seems that we both love the BVI. Further evidence that great minds think alike…

    As to the Prime Minister’s daughter working in the Tourist Office, I’d wager that most of his family has some sort of government post. They learned that practice of nepotism from you colonizing Brits!

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  9. Bret
    Look closely at the name of the guy that wrote the article in the link I provided!

    I especially liked the fact that the girl from the Tourist Office suggested she introduce me to the Prime Minister. When she did, she said, “John Bantin from Diver Magazine, this is my dad!”

    I have had some of the best dives in my life (and I’ve had more than a couple) in BVI.

    All the best.


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  10. Always great to read Bret’s lyrical descriptions. Having sailed the BVI many times (including a last dive for Bert Kilbride) from our 96 footer Panache, it was good to read about all those wonderful sites.

    Keep it up

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  11. John,

    You quoted me accurately, I’m not saying that the BVI is in the world’s Top 10 dive destinations… but I do have a passion for the place. The guy in the link you provided definitely is rating the BVI in his Top Ten. I think that the BVI is a great place to visit, has some great diving based on a Caribbean scale, and has some uniquely beautiful topside attractions as well. The Rhone is a fabulous wreck as is the more modern wreck of the Chikuzen. And I love a lot of the rocky pinnacle sites and the wonderful shallow diving and snorkeling around Virgin Gorda’s south end including Devil’s Bay and The Baths. The close proximity of the islands, many & varied protected anchorages, and delightful scenery unspoiled by massive development makes me rank the BVI as one of my favorite spots to visit, especially aboard a yacht. And they have some really superb places to eat. (Don’t miss the exquisite “Chez Bamboo” in Spanish Town, Virgin Gorda. Absolutely incredible!)

    Now… when was last time that the U.K. was ever ranked in Top 10 for diving… and especially food? The Brits only contribution to cuisine is limited to Shepherd’s Pie and the importation of curry to the western world!

    And for more refined tastes, the infamous “magic mushrooms” found in Tortola will take you right straight back to the sixties. Wonderful enhanced sunsets with vivid colors. Of course, I would never have first-hand knowledge of such debauchery… but I have it on very good authority.

    Look!… a paisley cat!

    Oops, I lost my train of thought.

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  12. “It’s not often that you hear the BVI mentioned in the world’s top ten destinations …”


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