Last year, with a tight connection and the train kaput, we asked for transport assistance, thinking we could hop a golf cart. Instead they sent wheelchairs, which we declined.
When we landed in Tortola, there were two wheelchairs at the bottom of the stairs. I asked who they were for, but she wouldn't tell me. No one used them. I had this vision of another passenger seeing me in a wheelchair, and then seeing me leap onto our Whaler!
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