St. Maarten, Sint Maarten, St. Martin. Another fascinating island, two thirds French, one third Dutch. Very badly devastated by Hurricane Irma in 2017, and five years later, still rebuilding not only from that, but also from the covid pandemic. All these islands now rely on tourism, especially the litany of cruise ships which once, and hopefully will again, contribute to what I perceive is a fragile economy. It is a privilege to be among the first visitors to return to these paradise islands. And, it really is hot out here. Captain Ashmi announced in his speech at around 5 pm, that temperatures had reached 29°C.
Jo and I now meet in the Grand Lobby around 10am, after breakfast. We wander off the ship, along the quayside to the port entrance where shops and stalls sell mementoes of their town or city. There are people promoting island tours of varying lengths. 180$ secured four of us a mini van for a four hour exploration of the island, complete with a knowledgeable guide and driver. We saw almost all of the island, and there were adequate breaks for comfort stops, refreshment, and soaking up the sunshine. I took few pictures this time around. However, I’m sure I recognised part of the walking route of the previous trip there a month ago. We stopped to take photographs as well as walk along the beach. I enjoyed the best beefburger I had ever tasted at a little temporary café. Rarely do I eat such cuisine, but I did need something to “represent” lunch! Like yesterday, I was sorry to leave the island, and I do wonder if I will get to set foot here on a future occasion.
Jo and I chose dinner in the main restaurant. I requested Richard Faber’s regular table at the foot of the Grand Staircase on the right hand side. I regard the late Richard C. Faber Jnr. as perhaps, almost personal friend from whom I learned much about maritime history, and also purchased much historic memorabilia. Although a table for 4, my request was granted, and this table was reconfigured for two. What became of his extensive ocean liner collection will remain a mystery.
By the time I was back on board after our island tour, I felt tired, despite a decent sleep. I left my room key in the room, thus having to traipse to the Purser’s Office for my third room key!
Many thanks for reading, David, 00.04 hrs 28/2/22, the last day of February.
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