St. Thomas to St. John

We docked in St. Thomas jumped right off the boat (after waiting in a huge slow moving line). We knew, from friends, that we wanted to go to St. John for some primo snorkeling. As we walked across the street, Clay asked where we could find a Taxi to St. John. The crossing guard yelled at Clay, "You can't take a taxi to St. John, it's another island." Ok, what we meant to say...can we get a taxi to the other side of the island so we can get a WATER TAXI to St. John. Our first sign that these people did NOT like us.

Found the taxis, directed where to go, directions a little unclear, taxi driver puts us in his truck. Director came over and yells directly at Clay(imagine it in a Jamaican Accent), "Does this look like a van? No, it's a truck! I told you to get into the van not the truck....blah blah blah." I tuned him out at this point. SO FREAKING RUDE! That's just a warning, in case you ever go there...they do NOT like the whitie tourist. This was confirmed by our boat captain in Florida who had lived and worked in St. Thomas for several years.

We warmed up our cab driver and found out his dad was 103 living on one of the other nearby islands. Cool.

They drive on the left side here, even though it's a US Island (In St. Maarten, they drive on the right...even though its owned by the French and the Dutch).

St. John's was amazing and gorgeous and amazing again. We rented a jeep and headed out to find snorkel spots.

Our first stop was beautiful. There is WAY more coral (fan types) here than in Hawaii...and lots of different kinds of fish that I hadn't seen before.

One bad thing, the mosquitoes. Holy Heck. Swarms. No joke. Non stop swarms. Then only safe place? The water. I counted over twenty bites on one arm alone. This is no joke people. The bites are STILL affecting me now...two weeks later!

There were quite a few other people at the next place...they had an underwater trail that gave a picture of the fauna/fish with a little explanation.

We all snoozed here for a bit, keeping our towels close to the water to escape the mosquitoes.

We saw Cinnamon Bay on a map and decided to go there...cuz a friend of Josh's had recommended it.

It WAS beautiful, but we were hungry and the mosquitoes were ridiculous...so we headed back to town to give up our jeep and find some food.

Our mosquito dance.

Before getting back on the water taxi, we ate at a little hole in the wall. Ribs to die for!

Back on the boat, we had a little sushi appetizer then headed to dinner in the dining room.
These are our table mates and new friends, Thomas and Michelle from Detroit. They were hilarious and way cool. We all had a great time talking at our dinners.

Michelle, Josh, and I got up to do the conga line through the dining room with our servers. Fun.

We saw the magic show that night, which was pretty cool, and very perplexing at the same time. How do they do that stuff?????? I made Sunny get a picture with me and the magicians. They were kind of lame in real life.

Pretty sure we just went to bed after this. So tired from a long day.