We flew into St. Thomas, where we were greeted with a counter offering free shots of rum. After we got our bags, the taxi manager just outside the doors directed us to a van taxi that would take us to our hotel, Bunker Hill. Our first stop was the ferry terminal, a ten-minute drive from the airport, where most of the passengers got off. An easy hop if you are headed to Tortola, where we are headed tomorrow. Streets are narrow and parked with cars, and the driver had choice words to say to pedestrians who tried to dart across the road between cars. Bunker Hill sits a few narrow, one-way streets above the harbor.
The young man behind the desk was helpful and gracious in canceling our son’s reservation fro Friday night (since he arrives early enough to catch the ferry to Tortola that afternoon instead of Sat am. He carried our big bags up the two flights of stairs to our room above a small terrace pool. Our balcony overlooks the painted tin roofs of town and horizon dotted with mountainous islands. The buildings are a pastel patchwork—yellows and purples and aqua shutters.
We took a refreshing dip in the pool and were relaxing poolside when David and Robin arrived (just as the bar and restaurant opened). We bought four dollar beers and seven dollar rum and cokes, which helped make up our mind to venture out the the bodega next door to purchase our own supplies, which we enjoyed along with the tropical breeze from our balcony. We had a very nice dinner in their open air restaurant—very fresh and well-prepared swordfish, a delicious seafood medley pasta and a mediocre jerk pork. Calamari appetizer not recommended ($16-24). We all hit the hay early since we were up at four am to make our flights.