The first time I went to Long Bay was back in 1989 for my high school senior class trip. It may have been a nice resort back then, but I wouldn’t know it. You see, my class had a bit of a reputation for partying, and we hit Tortola like we were being paid to prove it.
Unlike my brother, who claims a vivid recollection of the seminal smoke-filled Steel Pulse concert of his youth (yeah, right), I remember very little about that first trip to Long Bay. There are some in our group who insist to this day that I spent long hours drinking in the, ahem, “local culture” at Tortola’s famed Bomba Shack, but I am positive that to this day I’ve never set foot in the place.