So, while Junk Drawer Kathy was off gallavanting around Paris “showing her wares”, I was getting my “Bon Jour” on in the French Caribbean. On a little island known as St. Martin. Or as some weirdos call it, St. Maarten.
About that. In case you didn’t already know, there are actually two countries on this 8 mile-wide tropical paradise. The northern French side, where I stayed, is called St. Martin, while the southern Dutch side is called St Maarten. The island so nice, they named it twice.
This is the place with those famous plane landings, where stupid people stand on the beach and get exhausted on when the planes land and blown away when the planes take off.
It’s like going to Venice, Italy, asking the nearest pigeon where the trendiest statue is, and then standing underneath it all day, just to see what it’s like.
It’s not as if St. Maarten doesn’t warn you about these gargantuan pigeons:
Here’s a close up:
And yet, there’s always a crowd standing out there. It’s a major tourist attraction. Bars flank each end of the beach catering to the slightly saner ones who wish to take pictures from a distance.
The plane arrival schedule is posted on a surf board at the Sunset Bar and Grill.
I captured some of the insanity, so sit back, relax, and enjoy these flights:
Wow, not exactly the relaxing get a way you would have hoped for.
Wait… WHAT? How the heck are you supposed to RELAX under flying planes?
Glad you lived to tell the tale.
Yeah… somehow it’s not quite the relaxing, secluded beach I would have imagined when booking a Caribbean holiday.
That’s like parking at the In ‘N Out Burger at LAX– only not nearly as pretty. WOW. That’s kinda crazy, but lucky you being away on holiday!
Don’t forget the sunscreen.
xo jj
I’ve been to that In-N-Out! Well, of course I have. I’ve been to that airport more times than I can count. #tenyearsofweeklyflights #youdothemath
OMG…how daring to lay on the beach!!!! Yikes!
Hugs
SueAnn
I know, SueAnn! And so dang loud!
Margaret, you are a daredevil! I’d never go to such a place. I think you have to fly over the Bermuda Triangle or something and most people disappear from there. Pleaes post when you get home, er, if you get home. Now I won’t sleep until you arrive back in Solid Sacramento!
I’m back, Linda. I made it. Now I’ll have to go check to see if we flew through the Bermuda Triangle. I never thought of that. Although it might explain why the four-hour flight felt like 5 minutes. Hmmmm……
Hah, and you thought I was crazy for moving my fridge! See, there are MUCH crazier people than me. MUCH. Why, I’m practically NORMAL compared to them!!
You do realize that’s why I come here, right? So I can feel less crazy. You know, I should really start paying you instead of my shrink…
Hope you had fun, ma belle!
I did. Although how cool would it have been to have you there. By my side. Interpreting French. In high heels.
I guess that would wake you right up from your nap on the beach.
That’s true. There’s no way people could sleep with all that racket.
Forgot to say. I hope you had a fantastic holiday 🙂
Thanks, Babs! I don’t know how people relax under those planes either. And that sand! It’s got to be a mess.
Oh my word! People actually relax under those planes? Absolute madness. You wouldn’t get me anywhere near there.
I’ve been to St Martin/St Maarten as well, although I never made it out to the airport to see the crazies. It’s a gorgeous place! I did some snorkeling and got some wonderful pictures. Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.
I did enjoy it, Adrian. Although it was a bit too windy and humid for me to totally fall in love with the place. But many people love it that way.