Barebones Bareback Charter
My former husband and I were married in 1985. My parents sent
us on a bareboat charter out of Tortolla for 10 days, ending, we
thought, on December 12.
On December 10, we discovered that we were supposed to have the
boat back that day. We had no money (except the $ we needed to
pay the exit tax and get us to the airport), and no contacts to
help us out.
We found a German woman who owned a hotel on the unsheltered
side of the island, that doesn't get a lot of charter traffic
due to reefs, high surf and poor mooring opportunities. I wish
I remembered the name of her establishment, but I don't. She
let us stay there, charge our meals to our room, and even lent
us post cards and stamps, and just asked that we pay her back
when we got home. She was so wonderful and trusting. Because
of her kindness, I try to reciprocate to whoever needs my help,
whenever I can.
--Lee
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