When the United States bought the US Virgin Islands in 1917 for the then-astonishing sum of $25 million, I wonder if they knew what a bargain they were getting for their descendants.
We arrived in port at St Thomas about 6am, announced by the rumble of the bow thrusters. All four of us were excited to get off the ship and start investigating, so we had a quick buffet breakfast and hit the gangway. St Thomas gets about 2 million visitors a year (although this Wall Street Journal article says their total passenger traffic is down 19% since 2000), and that’s easy to believe given how crowded the gangway area was. Anyway, we left the ship and caught a taxi to Charlotte Amalie, the capital city proper. More specifically, we went to the downtown shopping area, so named because, well, it’s full of shops. On the taxi ride, we saw a cool sign painted along the fence: “No hurricanes for VI”. I hope that turns out to be true!
Almost all of the shops in the downtown area are jewelry shops, but we saw a few other neat things (Arlene bought a great-smelling lemongrass candle with Bob Marley’s picture on it, and you’ve already seen the pictures of Oprah.) Arlene admired the medallion on one of the taxi drivers who accosted us, and he said that “all the island people buy their jewelry at Gold Corner”. Of course, that was like a challenge: find Gold Corner. Eventually, we did, right on the waterfront. Matt and I amused ourselves by taking pictures on the waterfront (see below for some samples). Arlene and Anita each found some Nice Things™, then it was back to the ship for a quick lunch.
We’d previously decided to tour with a local guide instead of booking through the ship. (This turned out to be a great policy for all our stops!) When we first arrived downtown, we hooked up with Timothy, who bears a resemblance to Andre Braugher (only shorter). Even on an island filled with friendly people, Timmy stood out; he took us on a wonderful tour of the island, with a hilarious running commentary (example: he was amazed that we thought iguanas were interesting, since they’re as common as squirrels; when someone asked him if they were common on Aruba, he said “Hell no, because people there eat ’em!”). We stopped overlooking Magens Bay, but we didn’t go there, since we’d heard that Sapphire Bay was both prettier and had a reggae band playing on Sunday. The beach was spectacular; there’s no other word for it. Words don’t do justice to the shades of blue in the water. Coki Point was pretty good too, although I preferred the beach at Sapphire. (Interestingly, we also saw some ducks at Sapphire– not what I would have expected!)
Overall, it was a fantastic introduction to the Caribbean. We went back to the ship and had dinner, but I can’t remember what I ate. One takeaway from this trip: I wish I’d kept a journal like Matt and Anita did so I had a better at-the-time record. As much fun as this blog is, it’s not really a substitute.
Updated: Now, for some pictures that I’d previously posted separately:

The water at Sapphire Bay is unbelievable, and the reggae band was pretty good too.

My lovely wife in the tour jeepney (she’s wearing the sunglasses that our son says make her look “rad”)

Matt, Anita, and I with Timmy, our tour guide; overlooking the bay. Not shown: nearby iguanas or the chain-smoking Russian lady from our tour group.