Tuesday 1/9, St. Martin
If not for Anastasia yelling at us to get out of bed in the morning (per parental unit request), we might have slept all day every day. But this was the first day with someplace to be other than the ship, so we managed to get out at a reasonable time (10am-ish). Upon leaving, I noticed our crew was repainting the Magic while other ships remained rusty and dirty. Disney RULES. We are elite.
We immediately caught a cab to the French side to do some shopping and to follow tips from certain CMs on scoring authentic designer eyewear at shamelessly low prices. Afterward, we wanted to find a great beach. A French vendor directed us to a beach that she claimed to be the most beautiful in the world (Grand Caase). After Mom mistook two African-American tourists for locals and asked them for directions, we found Gilbert the cab driver. Mom decided to stay behind on the Dutch side, so the boys and I agreed with Gilbert on a price and got in his cab. Gilbert said that the French vendor was wrong and that he would take us to a better beach. We shrugged and thought, “Whatever. Sure.”
Some time had passed and we were in the middle of nowhere, constantly swerving to avoid Kamikaze goats, dogs, and horses. The roads were extremely narrow and full of crazy cab drivers that seem to play “chicken” when passing each other. We thought, “Oh dear. What have we done?” Then a glimpse of turquoise water and white sand caught our attention.
Gibert finally dropped us off at Kaoke Beach in Orient Bay, saying he’d pick us up at 3pm and take us back to the ship for the same price (which he did). We love Gilbert. The beach was uhhhh-maze-ING: crystal clear warm water, beautiful sand, not many people, and an outdoor tropical bar with a very generous bar tender. We had to rent beach lounges, but they were already set up, and had cushions and umbrellas.
Orient Bay
As Nathan runs into the water like Bo Derek, Benn prefers the upside-down approach...
What more do three twenty-somethings need other than beach, rum, and speedo?
Apparently it was supposed to rain that day, which was why the beach was not crowded. It did pick up a bit later in the afternoon. There were some peddlers, but they left us alone when we made it clear we didn’t want to be bothered. Also, we did encounter some nudie patooties. So if you’re reading this and you would be offended at the sight of saggy body parts flopping about freely, stay on the port side when you visit St. Martin.
Nathan took a "brief" (ha ha) opportunity to pose "clothing optional"
TIP: The
DCL excursion to Orient Bay is $57/each. Gilbert got us there and back for $14/person ($7 each way). Lunch is included if you go with DCL, but there are plenty of restaurants and bars for purchasing refreshments on your own. I’m not sure if DCL provides beach lounges…we had to rent them. You can also find inexpensive prices for jet skis and parasailing.
Meanwhile, the rest of our family explored the Dutch side and they were not impressed. The boys and I, however, had a marvelous time at Orient Bay…perhaps the best for me on the cruise. And all because we put our trust into a local toothless cabby named Gilbert.
Oooohhh…and I got upgraded to a higher category stateroom! A room all by myself! With a verandah! And no boys! Sadly, I lost my Anastasia. But I still enjoyed the benefits of having her around…she remained hostess to the rest of the family, whose towel animals starting sporting sunglasses and resembling our pets at home. That’s what happens when you show pics of your pets to people.
And three cheers for PIRATE NIGHT!!! Argh! Arrgghh! Arrrrrrggghhhh!!! SO much fun! We brought pirate-wear aboard with us in anticipation of this event, as apparently did others. I think the non-participant minority felt foolish among the throngs of eye patches and hooks…kind of like the one house on the block of a festive neighborhood that doesn’t put up decorations during the holidays. We pirates scoffed at them, as clearly it was much cooler to be a pirate than not.
This is the result of mixing parents, pirates, and rum.
The pirate party ROCKED. Great dance music, fireworks, everything! I thought, “Hmmm. I’m dressed as a pirate, dancing to Cher, and I’m on a boat somewhere in the Caribbean. Weird.”
We ended that night with DJ Mike from Scotland and Karaoke at Rockin’ Bar D.
Free shots to karaoke participants, courtesy of DJ Mike.
DJ Mike, from Scotland.
Highs:
St. Martin/Kaoke Beach
Gilbert
Pirate Night
Upgrade
Lows:
DJ Mike turning off the microphone during my rendition of Cabaret, a la Liza Minnelli