A Swiftly Tilting Planet: Trip Report Day 3
Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:44 pm
Trip Report Day 3: A Swiftly Tilting Planet
March 15, 2009
Sunday morning. We woke up with the sounds of church bells and hymns in our ears, and breakfast on our minds, and headed for the Donkey Diner again. I love Coral Bay. I love the way the school sticks out into the middle of the road.
I love watching the children chasing the goats out of the schoolyard. I love watching the goats take the field like they are the official soccer team.
I love the sausage at Donkey Diner. My husband gave me some of his sausage at Donkey Diner because he thought it was the best he ever had. And I agreed. I got the French Toast stuffed with cream cheese topped with a hot mango pineapple sauce. I wanted to go back there for MORE sausage, but alas, we never made it.
Today our destination was Trunk Bay. This is a panorama of Trunk Bay I did later in the trip, but I’ll put it here. One of my goals for this vacation was to be one of those little specks on the beach at Trunk Bay.
We picked up a young lady hitchhiker on the way. As fortune would have it, there was one parking space available in the Trunk Bay Parking lot. Good karma earned for giving someone a lift, I guess. There were some pretty big gusts of wind as we hit the sand, but the swells didn’t look so awful.
We found a sheltered spot under the Backpack Tree, and nodded politely to our beach neighbors.
A settled into creating a sand menagerie: A crab, an octopus, and a turtle.
N settled into watching that place where sand meets sky, then grabbed her gear and jumped into the surf.
I grabbed my snorkel and joined her. It was pretty warm, and not terribly rough. A lone frigate bird kept watch over the snorkel crowd. M and N found another turtle and watched it for a long time until some idiot dove down and tried to touch it.
About this time A noticed that the most hunky lifeguard in the world was standing a few yards away. She bade me take my camera and follow her. She introduced herself to him, and asked if she could get some pictures with him to show the ladies back home. He agreed, much to the delight of his co workers, who started shouting out suggestions for poses, such as “Pretend you’re saving her! Now you put you hand on your forehead and pretend you are going to faint!” A good time was had by all.
Until we got back to our beach towels and I discovered that my camera batteries had gone dead. A was Not happy.
The black clouds were moving in, it looked to be raining hard over Maho. There were clouds before us, clouds behind us, but a little hole in the clouds right over us, so it stayed warm and pleasant. The waves picked up, and Hunky Lifeguard pushed out in a kayak to keep the snorkelers off the rocks.
We packed up the jeep and headed west to see what lay in that direction. We pulled into the Hawksnest Beach parking lot, and watched a loud boisterous argument as people parked in the marked spots try to back out only to be blocked in by the TRIPLE parked cars behind them. We opted to pull over next to the road for a moment, and just stick our heads in for a quick look at the beach. Then we headed back east, and picked up a young man hitchhiker. He is attending the same college as the young lady we picked up earlier, but he doesn’t know her. We let him out in the rain at Cinnamon, and continue back to our villa. A really big iguana dashes up the hill ahead of us, then veers off down the side of the hill.
After a quick clean up, we head for dinner at Skinny Legs. I had too many Raspberry Coladas to drunk, and got a bit drink. I had a Presidente for dessert. Strangely, my camera went all out of focus that night too. I received a cell phone call from my liver, who tried to persuade me that I was making a BIG mistake. I hung up on her. She is such a buzz kill. There is a band playing on the lower level, but I don’t remember much about that. The girls find many items to purchase in the shops surrounding Skinny’s. Dresses, handbags, Tshirts.
This cute little girl named Carolina lives on a boat. This is her shore leave. She hopefully watches some guys eat their dinner.
We get to pet Carolina, nestled at her owner’s feet. A applies petrassage, resulting in one blissed out canine. (Half Chihuahua and half Schipperke.)
Remember a while back, there was a thread on the VIOL Forum asking what you would do for a living if you moved to St. John? I think I would get two or three really cute dogs, and charge the tourists $5 for 5 minutes to pet them.
N finishes off her coladas, and has a Red Stripe for dessert.
N is drunk enough to pose behind the Skinny’s sign.
I begin to notice that the planet is beginning to tilt. So M bundles us into the jeep and soberly drives back up the hill toward home.
My liver calls several times during the night to say I told you so! And sometime during the night, there is a heavy rain.
March 15, 2009
Sunday morning. We woke up with the sounds of church bells and hymns in our ears, and breakfast on our minds, and headed for the Donkey Diner again. I love Coral Bay. I love the way the school sticks out into the middle of the road.
I love watching the children chasing the goats out of the schoolyard. I love watching the goats take the field like they are the official soccer team.
I love the sausage at Donkey Diner. My husband gave me some of his sausage at Donkey Diner because he thought it was the best he ever had. And I agreed. I got the French Toast stuffed with cream cheese topped with a hot mango pineapple sauce. I wanted to go back there for MORE sausage, but alas, we never made it.
Today our destination was Trunk Bay. This is a panorama of Trunk Bay I did later in the trip, but I’ll put it here. One of my goals for this vacation was to be one of those little specks on the beach at Trunk Bay.
We picked up a young lady hitchhiker on the way. As fortune would have it, there was one parking space available in the Trunk Bay Parking lot. Good karma earned for giving someone a lift, I guess. There were some pretty big gusts of wind as we hit the sand, but the swells didn’t look so awful.
We found a sheltered spot under the Backpack Tree, and nodded politely to our beach neighbors.
A settled into creating a sand menagerie: A crab, an octopus, and a turtle.
N settled into watching that place where sand meets sky, then grabbed her gear and jumped into the surf.
I grabbed my snorkel and joined her. It was pretty warm, and not terribly rough. A lone frigate bird kept watch over the snorkel crowd. M and N found another turtle and watched it for a long time until some idiot dove down and tried to touch it.
About this time A noticed that the most hunky lifeguard in the world was standing a few yards away. She bade me take my camera and follow her. She introduced herself to him, and asked if she could get some pictures with him to show the ladies back home. He agreed, much to the delight of his co workers, who started shouting out suggestions for poses, such as “Pretend you’re saving her! Now you put you hand on your forehead and pretend you are going to faint!” A good time was had by all.
Until we got back to our beach towels and I discovered that my camera batteries had gone dead. A was Not happy.
The black clouds were moving in, it looked to be raining hard over Maho. There were clouds before us, clouds behind us, but a little hole in the clouds right over us, so it stayed warm and pleasant. The waves picked up, and Hunky Lifeguard pushed out in a kayak to keep the snorkelers off the rocks.
We packed up the jeep and headed west to see what lay in that direction. We pulled into the Hawksnest Beach parking lot, and watched a loud boisterous argument as people parked in the marked spots try to back out only to be blocked in by the TRIPLE parked cars behind them. We opted to pull over next to the road for a moment, and just stick our heads in for a quick look at the beach. Then we headed back east, and picked up a young man hitchhiker. He is attending the same college as the young lady we picked up earlier, but he doesn’t know her. We let him out in the rain at Cinnamon, and continue back to our villa. A really big iguana dashes up the hill ahead of us, then veers off down the side of the hill.
After a quick clean up, we head for dinner at Skinny Legs. I had too many Raspberry Coladas to drunk, and got a bit drink. I had a Presidente for dessert. Strangely, my camera went all out of focus that night too. I received a cell phone call from my liver, who tried to persuade me that I was making a BIG mistake. I hung up on her. She is such a buzz kill. There is a band playing on the lower level, but I don’t remember much about that. The girls find many items to purchase in the shops surrounding Skinny’s. Dresses, handbags, Tshirts.
This cute little girl named Carolina lives on a boat. This is her shore leave. She hopefully watches some guys eat their dinner.
We get to pet Carolina, nestled at her owner’s feet. A applies petrassage, resulting in one blissed out canine. (Half Chihuahua and half Schipperke.)
Remember a while back, there was a thread on the VIOL Forum asking what you would do for a living if you moved to St. John? I think I would get two or three really cute dogs, and charge the tourists $5 for 5 minutes to pet them.
N finishes off her coladas, and has a Red Stripe for dessert.
N is drunk enough to pose behind the Skinny’s sign.
I begin to notice that the planet is beginning to tilt. So M bundles us into the jeep and soberly drives back up the hill toward home.
My liver calls several times during the night to say I told you so! And sometime during the night, there is a heavy rain.
Another fine read...I am enjoying these so much...thank you