|Yes, that IS champagne...|
The available flights to the islands resulted in Jean's parent going a day earlier. For some reason, they didn't want to get up at 3AM for a 5:20AM flight. Whatever. Jean and I have no such qualms, so while we were definitely bleary-eyed, we were up and out of the house by 3:30AM. We did curb-side check in, and somehow, we were magically given "Priority Status" with all of our bags being checked for free. That's a bike case and a large duffel bag for each of us. Sweet! Our Sky Cap got a good tip and we were on our way. Boston to Miami was a cramped flight. I felt like I had decent leg room, but NO elbow room. I had just enough space to read a back issue of The Albion, so really, what more could I need.
|Delicious, and better than a $5 bag of chips.|
Jean and I could really sprawl out, and oh, what's this? Grilled salmon on a salad and white wine? Why, thank you! Oh, and hot towels, more drinks and snacks? Thank you!
Aside from the early departure, this was feeling like quite the good travel experience.
Then, we landed in St. Thomas.
|Something is missing here...|
To be honest, it was a bit of a blessing to be missing one bag because to get from St. Thomas to Tortola was a bit like, what I suspect, navigating Calcutta while in a potato sack would be like.
|Line BEFORE getting ferry tickets...|
|Line AFTER getting ferry tickets...|
|Line through customs...|
Early flight, about 6hrs total of flying, great upgrade, missing luggage, chaotic ferry, long lines at customs, multiple taxi rides, and a steep schlep with way too much luggage. We raided the mini-bar and went to bed.
It WAS worth it though, we woke up in paradise the next morning.
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