Carribean Secrets: British Virgin Islands
Trip Start
Dec 06, 2007
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Trip End
Dec 10, 2007
Saint Maarten, Virgin Islands British
Friday, December 7, 2007
However, due to the beach's close proximity to the airport, particularly the back end of the runway, every ten minutes a plane would come in for landing right overhead, and I mean right overhead, leaving the shuddering of its engines and a trailing waft of diesel or jet fuel in its aftermath. I snapped a photo of a small plane landing, but you have to imagine it was sometimes a jumbo four times the size. Occasionally a jumbo took off, rather than landed, which meant it taxied down to the beach we were at, turned around, pointed its back end at us and fired up its engines. This created an intense sand storm which coated those caught unaware from head to foot in a constant, painful blast of sand. It looked as if it literally blew that entire section of the beach away for several minutes before beginning its take-off.
A few mango smoothies, swims and sand-blasted tourists later we returned to the airport for our flight in a small plane, crammed full with our luggage, to Roadtown, Tortola. A boat then took us to our final, secret destination. We had travelled about twenty-five hours since departing from Vienna. The resort welcomed us with golf carts, great vibes, good wine and really superb food.
