Leavin’ on a Jet Plane
Our flight to Paradise, aka the Virgin Islands, was scheduled for 0600, so rather than force someone to wake up at oh-dark-thirty to drive us to the airport, Jon and I stayed in a hotel airport the night before. After a nice dinner with our families (cuz Mary and Qacei had driven Jon up and were gonna hang with Ronnie and Chloe for a coupla days), we got dropped at the lovely Running-Hot-and-Cold-Hookers Motel for some sleep before a 0400 shuttle to SEA.
To make a very long story short, our flights were uneventful and we eventually arrived at STT, St. Thomas, USVI. Ben was already there, having arrived on an earlier flight from his home, and he met us at the terminal to help carry our extensive array of luggage to the nearby hotel we’d booked. Luggage dropped in the room, we hit the outdoor bar and sucked down some rum punch refreshment while interacting with the tropical barflies. They seem to be a more interesting class than your typical New Orleans barfly. From the cool, chill of the Northwest, we’d come to the warm, sultry decadence of the Caribbean where the air smells like ancient sins and the wind whispers lascivious secrets to the careful listener.
We were all fairly tired so we hit the sack early in anticipation of a 0730 cab ride the next day to the ferry dock where we’d make our final connection to Roadtown, Tortola, British Virgin Islands, the actual starting location of our tropical adventure.