Story for lwilliam and disnutz (and anyone else who cares to read) about booze on St. Thomas:
Greg and I went on a
RCCL Panama Canal cruise for our honeymoon ('95). We started our trip with a few days in Puerto Rico. We were at a great hotel, but it had the biggest casino on Puerto Rico so the cigarette smoke was terrible. As a result, we both ended up with really sore throats and colds.
Fast forward to the cruise -- we were really sick on embrakation day and the first full day, and spend most of the time in bed (and not in a honeymoon sort of way). Our day 2 stop was St. Thomas, and we dragged ourselves out of bed to go onto the island. We were dizzy and hoarse and wandered into a liquor store to bring back some gifts. The owner saw us and said, "You two look terrible. Come with me." He brought us to a tasting bar (where a lot of people were sampling different liqueurs) and said he had the cure for our colds. We kind of shrugged and said okay. He then mixed about 12 different things into one concoction for us and told us to drink it down. I can still recall how much it burned! We bought some liquor, thanked him, and went back to the ship, where we slept off what must have been the equivalent of 2 Long Island Iced Teas.
When we woke up, we were cured. Not just "feeling a little better" cured, but completed cured.
I still sometimes wonder if it was a hallucination, because we've never been able to find that same liquor store again.