Well actually, it was the same island, Virgin Gorda, but we ferried to the Bitter End Yacht Club, which as I've mentioned before, is on a part of the island not accessible by automobile. We went for the Sunday Brunch, which was really out of this world. I won't list all the food we sampled, but it was a lot. Eggs Benedict, fresh melon, mimosas, cheeses, carved ham, fish and hushpuppies, soups, salads, and desserts. We ate until we couldn't move while watching people sailing, skiing, kayaking, and doing all manner of water sports. Anchored there among the little cabin cruisers and catamarans was an enormous motor yacht called the Jami that seemed to be as big as a battleship. It's dinghy, which was offloaded from the top deck by a built-in crane, was bigger than some of the other yachts.

While we ate, we watched a number of folks turn in their boat rentals and congregate around one of the big tables at the restaurant. It was a mixed crowd, mostly families with their kids. After a couple dozen of them had gathered, we saw Richard Branson get off a sailboard and walk over to join them. Richard is the founder of Virgin Atlantic records, Virgin Airlines, and a number of other "Virgin" companies, and is worth a whole lot of money. He owns one of the neighboring islands, Necker Island, and rents it out to his friends and colleagues for $31,000 per day. Apparently, the Jami was his little boat and the crowd of people were all with him. They swarmed the buffet lines and we rubbed elbows with the rich and famous, and fought them hard for the last slice of cantaloupe. At one point, a TV film crew came in the restaurant and started filming the festivities. So who knows, we may be on a TV special about the Virgin Islands someday, stuffing our mouths and drinking mimosas. I was impressed we had eaten at the same restaurant as Richard Branson, but Kathy just said, "If we paid $29 a person for breakfast every Sunday I'll bet you'd meet lots of rich people."

After brunch (and it was mid-afternoon by this time), we waddled over to a shaded thatched hut, plopped our butts onto a couple of chaise lounges, and fell fast asleep. Between dozes, it was fun watching the boat people motoring their dinghies from yacht to yacht, retrieving their kids from the water, and lunching on the poop decks. It was particularly amusing to watch the novices rent sail boards and go sailing off without a clue how to turn around, never to be seen again until one of the staff eventually took out after them. Kathy and I said to ourselves, we can do better than that. But more on that later...