Post #1
May 29, 2006
All updates here will be sporadic due to the sporadic nature of my internet access. The date noted in any post is when I wrote it (prior to upload). Anyhow, Day 1 of St. Croix has come to a close.
Flights were generally smooth. In the San Juan, PR Airport I pounded a Medalla Light during my 30 minute layover. It wasn’t very good. Behold:

From the air, San Juan looked like Camden with palm trees. I have no plans to further test this hypothesis. From San Juan, I was on a propeller plane which was approximately the length of 1.5 buses. It had some pretty sweet propellers and actually seemed to fly smoother than most jets. The pilot however apparently hated to talk to the passengers, since our descent into St. Croix was nearly complete before he said ‘prepare for landing’. While descending, the island fulfilled the dreams of postcards – I could see rolling green hills dotted with small buildings sloping into ‘crystal clear’ water. Despite the ‘crystal clear water’ cliché, this water was f’n clear & I could even get an idea of the varying depths of a small bay from up in the plane.
Then, we landed at the Henry E. Rohlsen “Airport”. Yes, it is where planes take-off and land, but Philadelphia International it ain’t. After the landing, the plane’s door remains closed for about 5 to 10 minutes. Then the door opens. And we all disembark onto the runway (I think there’s only one). My fellow passengers and I walk to the nearest building in sight (this is the ‘airport’). I follow the signs to “Baggage Claim”. The “Airport” has one big conveyor belt in its largest room. That is the “Baggage Claim”. Fortunately, while I wait, I drink some complementary Cruzan Rum Cream, provided by the US Virgin Islands’ Tourism Authority. I meet up with Margarita [the woman who runs the pseudo-B&B (since I’ll generally save cash by not paying for the optional second B.. ie- breakfasts) I’m staying at—she was very kind and offered to pick me up]. However, we wait a while and my checked suitcase does not show up on the conveyor belt. Margarita says this is fairly common, and that it’s likely on the next plane and I’ll be able to pick it up tomorrow. I’m not too concerned, since I packed wisely and have a few days’ worth of clothing in my possession now due to carry-on luggage. Before leaving we stop in the “Airport’s” “Luggage Office”. This office consisted of one lady at a desk with a notepad and a telephone. Various suitcases were scattered around the edges of the room. She gave us a phone number to call tomorrow. I will follow her directions.
Leaving the airport, I noticed a huge sign bearing the image of the San Antonio Spurs’ Tim Duncan. It read: “Welcome to St. Croix, USVI, home of Tim Duncan”. It appears that the island is proud of him. Then I saw various nice tropical things and the largest oil refinery in the western hemisphere en route to my island home.
Before entering my residence, I noticed a creature crawling on the outside right by my door. It was a Gecko. It didn’t look too disturbing and I’m told they devour many bugs, so I think I’ll love them.
However, I did just look over and find a gecko staring at me from my nightstand. Here he is:
They’re friendlier than I’m ready to be at this time.
Where I am is pretty nice & now I can accurately explain it. I have an ‘apartment’ which is essentially the lower level of the owners’ home. Since the terrain is very hilly, they and I both have entrances on ground level. The main room consists of a large ‘bedroom’ area with a bed, end table, and tv. A screen psychologically splits the ‘bedroom’ from the kitchen/dining/living area. It’s a good size, but just not divided. There’s another room with two smaller beds and a tv in it. I’ll probably never use that room individually, but it will be invaluable for the guest times. Then there’s a pretty big hallway between my bedroom and the bathroom. In the hallway closet, there’s a large cot that folds out. I was very happy to find that cot, since my mind was churning a bit when I knew arrangements were already made for hitting the 5-person maximum occupancy for a week, and wondering how that could be done with only sleeping for 4 available. (note: the couches & living room furniture are wicker and not enormous, so I know I’d destroy it if I tried to sleep there)—but it looks like there’s more than enough space, so we’re “money”! Also there’s a pool and hot tub & an ocean view from the pool area. Of course (the hilly factor), the ocean, while close, is still likely a bit of a hike.
Now, just behold some captioned photos, and I’ll update again later on.
The view from the pool (this is looking south towards Ha’Penney Beach):
And an update from May 30th-- I got my luggage & was again greeted by Tim Duncan's grinning mug. Also, if any visitors want peanuts here, bring your own! I was about to buy a jar of them (granted it was a large one)..... but then I saw the $15 price tag. God damn!
This evening I'll be turtle watching. Apparently the specific creatures are 'leatherback turtles'. This should be intriguing. Hopefully I'll be posting both more words and pictures when I'm not on dialup. You'd better all appreciate the images.. each one took about 5 minutes to upload (so I edited out a few). Well, that's all for now! I'm off to drive on the left!




