Back when I began this blog in 2007, one of my first ever posts was about St. Thomas. More specifically, it was about how badly St. Thomas sucked because of all those annoying cruise ship passengers. Now, eight year later, I was one of them, although as the only ship in town on this particular day, I prefer to think we were more of a benign nuisance.
First time around, I was able to escape the circus by taking a ferry over to St. John's but with limited time, this was no longer an option. This was also our last port of call so if there was ever a time to adopt the "if you can't beat 'em..." philosophy, this was it.
We were initially signed up for an island tour with a well regarded guide that promised an informative drive around the island with stops at both scenic and historical sites. Due to an snafu with our guy's PA equipment, we now found ourselves with the other island guide, the one known as the "party guide". His tours are less "back in the early 18th century..." and more "Who let the dogs out?"