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| The final stop and the final installment of...
Royal Caribbean Cruise: A Brief Photo Diary PART IV
St. Thomas is part of the U.S. Virgin Islands. Minutes after stepping off the ship, we got onto another one. A ferry took us to the neigboring island of St. John.
You don't see these every day. These are the taxis in St. John. It says "Cool Runnings" on the door.
This is our tour guide, Broke Steve Harvey. Life after the WB is not so forgiving.
We took a lot of pictures of rich people's houses.
Renee Zellweger's ex-husband lives in one of those mansions.
This beach is supposed to be one of the top 5 snorkeling destinations in the world! One day I will learn how to swim and come back to snorkel there.
That's where Tupac is living.
Me giving Bim a funny look after she tells me Tupac is dead.
I'm not really sure what's going on here.
All the other photos I've got pretty much look the same. More beaches, more walking past jewelry stores. I don't have any photos of Puerto Rico cause we were kind of tired from cruising and didn't have anything planned. PR seems fun, though. I would want to go back and give the place a few well-planned days.
A classmate of mine went to the electroluminescent pool they have there. You float in a glowing pool! I would want to learn how to swim and go and do that.
I don't want to leave you guys, however, without telling you about, "The Massage". Here's the background story before chaos ensues:
The ship had a 9-hole miniature golf course on board. After playing once or twice, and thoroughly enjoying ourselves, Elvin and I teamed up against Bim and Lan and we all agreed to compete for three-minute foot massages. Three whole minutes. That's 180 seconds of manually manipulating another person's pedal extremities. We had to bring our A-games.
I took everything Norm, Ryan and Austin taught me about golf (at the same time ignoring Jason), and channeled it into my putt-putt game. Look at that form! In this photo, I'm using one of the child-sized putters. Actually, I hid all the full-sized putters cause I wanted to get a better look down Bim and Lan's blouses while they golfed. (Just kidding, Jenny. That was a joke!) Needless to say, Elvin and I won.
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CUE THE JAWS THEME MUSIC!!
The goods.
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There's no turning away, no hiding.
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It attacks when you least expect!
Buahahahahahahahaha!
Lolzers! rotflmao!!!
Here's Bim, questioning the existance of God.
Oh, there's a God, Bim. There is a God.
Get a foot massage from a black chick before I die: Check!
See you guys in December!!
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| Royal Caribbean Cruise: A Brief Photo Diary PART III
We sailed for a day back up north. Destination: St. Maarten or St. Martin. The spellings are different depending on which side of the island you're on -- Dutch or French.
Here's another map for your convenience.
This is proof that I was in St. Maarten. This type of sign is not typically erected in places that are not St. Maarten.
The streets of downtown St. Maarten. This is the Dutch side. (Actually, I don't know which spelling coincides with which country so I'll just stick with the one that looks more exotic). There are nothing but jewelry stores here. The French side is the same too, except not as clean looking.
The theme for St. Maarten was "Follow Carlos Beltran".
We rented ATVs.
And followed Carlos Beltran.
We stopped to take photos of this picturesque bay.
For the season, Carlos is batting .281 with 27 HR's and 20 stolen bases.
Carlos brought us along the coastline, over paved roads, onto the beach and through dirt paths. It was fun and dirty. At one point, I almost lost it trying to do a doughnut. I wish I had a photo of that. Bim was behind me and saw the whole thing and said it was quite humorous.
Carlos made his Major League debut in 1998 for the Kansas City Royals.
Our final destination was a French beach. As with all French beaches, clothing was optional.
As you can tell, I was extremely pleased by this.
Open-air bars and restaurants lined the beach just behind the sunbathers.
This young lady was topless just moments before. Yes, they were just like you would imagine.
Ahh...one of these days.
Next stop: St. Thomas. Seacrest, OUT!
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