USA Trip 2013: Blog Post #12
"To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me". - Isaac Newton
Our day in St Martin was a perfect example of how you can do all the research in the world into a travel destination, but none of this is a substitute for actually seeing it with your own eyes. For some reason I almost wrote St Martin off before we even arrived. I struggled to find a port excursion that fit the interests of my family and I was worried that we would find the Island charmless. I am happy to eat a big slice of humble pie on this one as it ended up being our favourite port day of the whole trip.
"To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me". - Isaac Newton
Our day in St Martin was a perfect example of how you can do all the research in the world into a travel destination, but none of this is a substitute for actually seeing it with your own eyes. For some reason I almost wrote St Martin off before we even arrived. I struggled to find a port excursion that fit the interests of my family and I was worried that we would find the Island charmless. I am happy to eat a big slice of humble pie on this one as it ended up being our favourite port day of the whole trip.
Saint Martin or Sint Maarten (depending
what side of the island you are on) is an island shared between the French and
the Dutch. France owns the North of the
Island while the Netherlands owns the South.
There are some distinct differences between the two areas and I definitely
sensed some unwritten competition between the locals over what part is
better.
While I wasn’t there long enough to come up with a preference of my own, a day was all I needed to decide that the whole island is pretty special.
While I wasn’t there long enough to come up with a preference of my own, a day was all I needed to decide that the whole island is pretty special.
What I got from St Martin, that I didn’t
get the following day from St Thomas and St John, is a relaxed Caribbean
vibe. Coming from the opposite side of the
world, the whole Caribbean had always been a bit of an unknown entity. I can tell you quite a bit about the Islands
of the South Pacific, but until this trip, my knowledge of the Caribbean was
really only one of stereotypes: easy-going people, beautiful beaches, cool
Caribbean rhythms, brightly coloured buildings, and plenty of
rum.
Stereotypes or not, the picture I had
painted in my head was one I was hoping to experience. St Maarten did not fail to disappoint. We had been onboard our tour vehicle for less
than 10 minutes when our guide and driver cracked open the cooler box and
started offering us his homemade rum punch.
“It’s 5 o’clock somewhere in the world”, he explained. We knew we were in for an enjoyable day.
For sipping only. The Mailman makes a pretty strong rum punch. |
The problem with all of Disney’s St Martin
excursions is that I didn’t really like the look of any of them. Maho Beach was the one place on the Island
that we really wanted to visit and, perhaps for safety reasons, Disney didn’t
offer a tour that would take us there. I
started some research into privately run tour companies and discovered Bernard’s Tours. Not only do they take you to Maho Beach, but they have a very good online
reputation. Many people have used them
and then raved afterwards on cruise forums about how much they enjoyed the tour. Plus, because the tours on offer finished
about 3 hours before the ship was due to leave port, I felt the odds of
something going disastrously
wrong were fairly low.
Low enough for me to take the risk and book.
wrong were fairly low.
Low enough for me to take the risk and book.
While Bernard's Tours offer the option to book a private
tour for just you and your family, we
instead opted for the much cheaper option of being grouped with about a dozen
strangers. With free-flowing beer and
rum punch, it didn’t take long for our van full of different nationalities to relax in each other’s company.
Who's this handsome fella? |
As well as a driving tour of both parts of the
Island, we had 7 scheduled stops. The
first was at an iguana farm where iguanas of all sizes could be enticed to eat
lettuce from your hand. I don’t think
we were the first tour of the day to try and feed these lizards, as they
weren’t particularly hungry by the time we arrived. But it was still a fun stop that was
particularly enjoyable for the kids in our group.
The last stop of the day was at a beautiful
elevated lookout (the Mailman called it his secret spot) where we were able to
get some fantastic photos of the Fantasy.
The five stops in between included Maho
Beach, Orient Beach, Marigot markets, another scenic lookout, and an encounter with
some peculiar sea creatures. The exact
order of these stops has slipped my mind, but I think this
schedule can vary slightly from tour to tour anyway. There needs to be a bit of flexibility to fit around plane landings at Maho.
The peculiar sea creatures were a selection
of live sea urchins and sea stars. A lovely local gentleman had fished them out of the sea that day for our viewing and touching pleasure. He took measures to keep the animals alive
during the day and, from my understanding, returned them to the sea after the last group had left. He worked separately from Bernard’s Tours and
survived on donations from tourists. It
made me a bit sad to notice that many tourists were happy to be entertained by
his unique sea life, but weren’t prepared to throw a few dollars his way at the
end.
A squirmy sea urchin. This little guy is better caught on video. |
Maho Beach's Sunset Bar keeps you up to date with the day's flight schedule. |
The real danger comes not from the plane landings, but from the plane
takeoffs. The Mailman entertained us
with stories of incautious tourists who had attempted to ‘ride the fence’ while
the plane prepped for takeoff. The thrust from the plane’s
turbines sent them cartwheeling across the road and into the water with many a serious injury resulting from such
foolishness. Scott was very eager to try this escapade for
himself and it took some serious begging and pointing towards the large "Danger, you could die" sign (I'm paraphrasing), for me to convince him that he was thinking with his brawn rather than
his brain. Hospitals and broken bones are not my idea
of a happy family holiday.
Search 'Maho Beach' on google for better photos than this. |
For the other two stops, we had chosen a tour that spent a short amount of time at Orient beach and a longer amount of
time shopping at the markets. There was
a second tour that offered the opposite and in hindsight I made the wrong choice.
The short length of the beach visit, paired with a concern about being sandy and
uncomfortable for the rest of the day, meant that we had decided to leave our
beachwear on the ship and just paddle in the water instead. The brilliant azure water of Orient Beach drew
us in like a magnet and we wished desperately that we had brought our
swimsuits. In the end we stripped Oskar
down to his shorts and let him in the water anyway. It seemed cruel not to. The Orient Beach location that the mailman took us
to has access to showers, changing rooms, a bar, and beach chairs. I could have happily spent a few hours
there.
The markets in contrast were just
okay. Most of the stall owners were
selling variations of the same items and twenty minutes of browsing was all
that was really needed. In saying that,
I did enjoy the bright colours of the area, and it was nice having the time to
try out one of the local French bakeries. With directions from the Mailman, we also had time to walk to a nearby shipping
office to get our passports stamped.
The stunning Maho Beach. The planes aren't the only memorable thing about this location. |