Last night our flight got in okay. We took a long winding cab ride through slums and by dilapidated edifices, through the small nice touristy town of Christiansted, and finally to the hotel. I highly recommend the Chenay Bay Beach Resort, by the way. Each room is a separate little cottage with kitchenette, ample bedroom and bathroom. I only wish the showers had more water pressure, but it’s no huge annoyance. The deal is good during summer too: this being the offseason, our fourth night was free.
We got in a little beach time after arriving then cleaned up for dinner at the hotel: swordfish for me and mahi-mahi for Angeline. Both were delicious.
This morning we toured Christiansted. There are a few historical destinations here including a fort, an old church building, and some relics of the sugar (and slave) trade. The whole slavery business is rather downplayed by the historical displays; one might miss it entirely if not for a few passing references to cannon being used to put down slave insurrections. One display features a letter of commendation given to a military officer for putting down “labor” riots.
We ate lunch at the aptly named Luncheria, whose bartender is said by Frommer’s to make the best margaritas on the island. Apparently Frommer’s definition of best is:
4. adj. (referencing Margaritas) Containing the most alcohol and, consequently, tasting like a glassful of cheap tequila
After lunch, we visited a few shops to pick up souvenirs and headed home for some more beach time.