I did all of the Islands minus St. Croix – I opted for a rest day instead of catching my early a.m. ferry. With that being said, each island truly carries its own personality and character. I read up on each island the night before to get my travel juice pumping in full circulation, but also to determine what I could not miss. So, here goes my Virgin Islands playbook. The must-sees, and the, ‘You should only visit that island when your boat loses its sail and shipwrecks you to its shores’.
Island 1,2,3 Le'gooo
With a good number of Jamaicans on this island, it was the perfect place to get some solid Roti. I avoided the ‘popular’ pubs and walked a while until I came across a hut. With a little smile, you can get almost anything ‘al estilo’ vegetarian. They were all super flexible about catering to my veggie needs. Plus, what doesn’t taste good in curry sauce and wrapped in dough.
One of the best views on the island is at Bananakeets Restaurant. Although over-priced and not necessarily the best food you’ll find, it’s a great place to sit and enjoy a beverage of choice at right about sunset.
St. Thomas – You’ll def visit the port of Charlotte Amalie – it’s where you will catch your boats to other islands, especially if this will be your base island. Lots of access to transportation. Most of the tuks (local buses) will run about $1 USD and stop along a route. If you are a backpacker and don’t mind a little trek, you can save some duckets and walk from the airport to the Amalie ferry port. It’s only about 1.5 miles (or less). If you haven’t bought your tickets in advance, you will need to get there at least an hour ahead of time as the boats can fill up. (In fact, go ahead and make that a rule for all ports of interest). Oh and occasionally there is an added tax or fee they don’t tell you about until you arrive that may end up forcing you to come up off an additional $20. I know … I made a stank face too.
Remember I told you about the shipwreck...
An oddity, was stumbling across the island’s one beach club. I saw a sign as I was driving and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Well after a couple of miles on unpaved terrain, here it was in the middle of nowhere (well if I’m being honest, the whole island feels like I’m in a bad episode of Gilligan’s Island). As I came upon the beach club’s only restaurant and social landmark, I couldn’t help but realize the average age of the residents was minimally 60. I wondered for a second if this were the “Cocoon” remake, and if these waters had rejuvenating healing powers. I immediately went for a swim. I had just turned 35 that week, and thought it best to get a head start.
This is my play-by-play, but feel free to choose your own island adventure... or two, or three.