St Martin: Naked Beach or Airplane Beach
Our fourth stop, St. Martin, presented a question that I can only assume most people are not faced with on a regular basis. Did we want to go to the naked beach or to the airplane beach? Undoubtedly, there are other things to do on this half French, half Dutch island but with no tour guide, very little research and a rental car, those were the only real options available to us. We had maps, brochures, phone apps all within our disposal but try as we might, there were no museums, forts, historical sights or even largest balls of twine-type exhibits for us to visit. Not even trying to crib from the ship's own excursions booklet was of any help. In hopes of stumbling onto something, we played around with the car's pre-programmed GPS with its long list of other beaches we could choose from. We picked one at random, pulled in and saw that it was indeed a beach. Sand, water: check. One empty restaurant with a bored looking waitress: check.
Oh my god -- they are SO beautiful!! Did you get to touch them? They are truly gorgeous. I can see why that monk is worshipping one. Can't wait to read about this magical place!
ReplyDeleteThose kitties look very mellow. You must have had a very soothing effect on them.
ReplyDeleteI look forward to reading more!
ReplyDeleteMEOW..Michelle V
hello woman !
ReplyDeleteamaizing pics with the tiger...but come, take care cos its not a little dog ;-(
really nice pics
smiles
Laura
I love the tiger!!! He looks comfy even though he does have a big ole metal chain around his neck... and, what do I know? How could I tell a sad tiger from a happy one? He's not eating the monks... or the tourists... so I'm assuming he's well fed, hence happy, as predators go. Oye, and that woman you claim is from Turkey... she looks like cualquier vieja on 8th street... I'm gonna start fact-checking you.
ReplyDeleteLoved the piece on St. Thomas... and HONEST girl. Props to honest girl. When will we see you at the nation's capital's sidekick (aka Baltimore) again? The cats are gettin on my nerves with: when is the reporter coming? Is it time for my close up? Is my hair fluffy? And, the old stand by... where's the food.
Love,
F.