If travel bores you, skip today but come back soon. I'm playing travel guide today. I so rarely get the chance I've got to enjoy it while I can!
I loved St. Lucia, although I have to admit getting there is a bitch from California. We lost two full days to travel on the way there. Once we arrived on the island, we had an hour and a half car ride to our adults-only resort which was on the northern tip of the island.
Adults Only resort does not mean Swingers Club. Honest.
(BTW, there are many places to stay that don't require as long of a drive, but the northern tip of the island gets less rain so we enjoyed staying there.)
The car ride from the airport is long not so much because of the distance, but because the road is only two lanes, filled with pot holes, and winds nonstop particularly through the rain forest. I never get car sick and I was turning a little green in the back of our taxi. A lot of people take a helicopter from one end of the island to the other to avoid the drive. It's only a 12 minute helicopter flight.
Finally we got to our resort and the view from the lobby was enticing.
From the air the northern tip of St. Lucia looks sort of like this:
From land it looks like this:
The Atlantic Ocean sits on the eastern side of the island and the Carribean on the west. Our resort was on the peninsula and we could see both. Our room had a view of the Atlantic and when we walked out our front door we found ourselves on the beach facing the Carribean.
I sucked down a lot of Dirty Bananas on the beach. It sounds X-rated, doesn't it? A Dirty Banana is one of many cold, icy, rum drinks they have in St. Lucia. It's hard to avoid rum or bananas while visiting. Bananas are in every drink you order and in almost every dessert. We were even offered "hot, spicy banana soup" which I had no hesitation in declining.
St. Lucia is a highly popular international destination. We met a lot of great people from all over the world which was a lot of fun. One French woman refused to wear a bikini top even though it's against the law to go topless in St. Lucia. She was repeatedly told to put her top back on and she would until the police walked away and then off it came again.
Briefcase said he never even noticed.
I never noticed Brutus The Bartender either (drool).
The "best" friends we met while we were there were from the states though – Georgia to be exact. We spent a lot of time
drinking hanging out with Biggs and Tiny.
They threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't put a picture of them on 24! (Miss you guys!) I definitely think we'll be trying to hook up with them in a vacation hot spot sometime in the future.
I never once embarrassed myself in front of them. Can you believe it? They don't even know I sometimes do that.
Couple massages were available out in the shade at the end of the pier. That little gazebo with the thatch roof looks ideal for massages.
We meant to get massages, but we were too busy doing nothing to bother signing up. Pathetic? I could have used a massage because my bum arm and shoulder were a mess while we were there. (I drank a lot of rum to block out the pain instead!)
The island motto was, "No pressure, no problem!" We heard it time and again from the islanders. I know some of the Carribean islands are well known for pushy vendors, but this wasn't the case in St. Lucia.
I loved this guy. He sat out on "our" beach every day and strung necklaces and bracelets. One day he asked if I wanted anything and when I told him I already had picked up a few souveniers he gave me a huge grin and said (of course), "No pressure, no problem!"
Hmmm … now that I look closer at this picture, he might have been smoking a joint when I took this.
Did I mention the St. Lucians we met were the nicest, happiest, people?
** I'll have one more post on St. Lucia before I return to normal posting. Is there such a thing as a normal post from me? I think not. **
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