As I mentioned previously, the schedule for the inter-island ferry seemed to be more of an approximation than something to depend on. As predicted, the 7am ferry from Tortola to St. Thomas didn't happen. The 10am ferry would get me to St. Thomas by about 11, then I'd have to get to the airport, which wasn't too far away, and I'd presumably be at the airport the pre-requisite 2hrs early for international flights. Ah, if only...
The customs line took longer than I had hoped, and my schedule was getting tighter and tighter..
Once through customs, I schlepped my stuff outside to find a taxi to take me to the airport. Fortunately, the driver was interested in setting a land speed record, so we got to the airport lickety split.
The schedule was still getting tighter and tighter I was getting closer!
Then I turned to corner to learn that I had to go through customs again. WTF? I had already waited in a line to do this! Okay, whatever, I filled out another form and waited in another long line. Argh!
Yeah, the American Airlines check-in line was long, the customs line was long, and the TSA security line was long. Oy, I was really started to wonder if I'd make the flight. As mentioned above, I was soaked with sweat from the heat, the stress, and carrying all my crap, so I pulled an extra set of clothes out of my duffel bag.
Once finally through all of the lines, I literally had enough time to get in to the terminal, change clothes in the Men's room, grab a crappy burger, and they were boarding the plane. I had made it.
Somehow, my return flight had changed. My flight from St.Thomas to Miami was the same, but the Miami to Boston flight was different--now it's about an hour earlier. That's cool but my connection was looking kind of sketchy...
My tight luck continued though. Usually, when I have a connecting flight, I land in something like Terminal A, Gate 2, and I have to get to Terminal W, Gate 74, taking a shuttle, tram, and walking something like seven miles between the two. This time, however, the fates took pity on me. I landed at Gate D47 and departed from Gate D51. How tight was my connection? I landed, walked out of Gate D47, turned left, walked past Gate D49, and walked right on to the plane at D51. Not a minute to spare.
The rest of the journey was without complications. I landed, my luggage miraculously made the connection too, got my shuttle home and crashed asleep. Back to work in the morning!
I've got more "good" photos coming (these have been the "okay" photos), and make sure you check out the video!