We took the sky spider from Saba to St. Martin and grabbed a cab. We started to go get our cell phone and the traffic was so bad that I got out and walked up to the cell place and on the door it said open till 5, it was 3:30 and they were closed....must be on island time!
Finally got to Grand Case Beach Club and we were very impressed. Every one treated us like royalty! We got our room on the second floor over looking the cove.
After unpacking we headed down to the beach side to find that horrible brown seaweed. Eccch! It was everywhere! Seems a hurricane blew it in from somewhere.
We decided to go for something to eat and headed out of the compound and up the road. We decided on a pizza place and as we were seated a young girl said sorry no pizza tonight <img src="http://www.traveltalkonline.com/forums/images/graemlins/cry.gif" alt="" />. Sue ordered a chef salad, the girl asked as a meal? she said yes and I asked what this was on the menu and she replied noodles with fromarge and meat. (Oh yeah that's what I been looking for all my life)What is fromarge, I asked. and she held up a cheese container...oh ok, I'll have that.
A drink or two later and she came with our food. Sue's salad came in a bowl that you see on a buffet line for lettuce! It was packed with all sorts of stuff, then came my meat and noodles. This plate looked like something you put a turkey on for serving and it was overflowing! and the bread kept coming and coming and coming! It was so good we pigged out big time.
Unable to walk back we found this beach bar located behind some buildings and had a couple of mudslides while watching the waves dance.
We staggered back to our room and when when I was glancing out the window I see some guy raking seaweed into the ocean. I'm like what the heck is he doing? I reached in the fridge and grab a bottle of water and walk down to him. Hey, I said as I threw him the water. He grabbed it in midair said thanks, opened it and drank half of it in a swallow. Then he shocked me.....You must be Bud! I heard about you. Seems we met the financial officer on the plane down and never thought about it.
As he raked the seaweed he introduced himself as Steven Wright, manager. Wow I said a manager working manual labor?
He was really nice and told me this would all be gone in the morning and I was thinking yep he's been raking too long.
The next morning I awoke at 6:30 and strolled the beach that had no seaweed(Steve was right!)till I could find someone making coffee. I found a girl that worked at the sunset Cafe and she said they didn't open till 8 but she made me a cup anyway. THANK YOU!
I awoke Sue for breakfast and we sat on the deck and tried to decide what to do. So like lucky tourists, we laid our oily bodies down and sucked in the sun! Others came and went and we met several really nice people. Well this mode of life continued for 2 days. Swimming in the cove or on the beach.
On the third day we rented a car and cruised the island. We picked up some stuff from the Harley shop, went to Orient beach where we found this little restaurant that was semi hidden from the breach. It was really nice and the food really good and the drinks....Oh never mind.
We stopped in US Market where every thing is in French. It was cool. and the prices were pretty compatible, so we loaded up with booty and headed back to our room. When we dropped off the car we had to stop for more mudslides and there was a party that night for all the residents. Oh what a nice time. We linked up with a couple from England and just had a ball.
The next day after breakfast (by the way every morning at 7 am I had coffee waiting for me) we were swimming in the cove side when the rumor of hurricane hit. There we were with a couple from England, a couple from Australia, a couple from Chile and a couple from Virginia all talking about how to change the world. I can honestly say I had never had so much fun in my life. Yo! Cabana boy more mudslides PLEzzz.
The next day the rains hit......torrential rains. The kind that sting your skin. It came in wave after wave. Then the sun YES! then wave after wave of rain. I could go on about Sue and the kitty cats....(We have 30 pictures of them) or how every night I would meet Steve strolling the grounds, or the little black dog that appeared from no where and made me his friend. But then it is time to leave. There were people that were stranded there till the following week because of the storm, but we were lucky.
We arrived at the airport and went thru the usual customs checks and had enough time for a last mudslide. As we got ready to board my ticket came up to be checked for boarding. empty all your pockets, turn around, pat down, open your bag ect. you may go. On the plane to Charlotte Sue asked me if I was really a spy or a terrorist, nice thing to find out on your honeymoon. In Charlotte we had to go back thru customs again. As I exited the body cavity search machine I was stopped again. "check his buttocks" I heard....Oh no!!! seems I had my wallet in my pants....They stop you for that??? well we're home and as I open my luggage there is a nice note from TSA that they have gone thru my bag.....I turned to my wife and she said wow who are you......James......James Bond!
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