Veni Vidi Vici

I’m sure the Latin isn’t proper, much less correct.

We came, we saw, we conquered St. Maarten… or at least the Simpson Bay area. Or, y’know, at least the few bars and restaurants in the Simpson Bay area that were within painless cabfare and/or walking distance.

There are no photos. We lost the digital camera our last night on the island (um… last night). Trust my few following words.

The people of Sint Maarten (we never made it to the French side) are all very nice. Some of them, however, overestimate your want or need for weed. There’s a lot of really, really good food to have, too… even fish. And everyone knows I abhor fish as a meal; alive they’re quite nice… as are cows, whose flesh becomes yummy-in-my-tummy steak.

The mosquitos are abundant, relentless & vicious. So are the rental car trolls.