We started our trip flying to the island of St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands.
“By the way, maybe you can tell me some other hotels in town. The bartender says this one’s full.” He laughed. “Nope, not an empty room on the island.” “Damn,” I said. “Why worry?” he replied. “Sleep on the beach. Lots of people do—better than most hotels.” “Where?” I said. “Are there any close to town?” “Sure,” he replied, “but they’ll all be full. Your best bet is Lindbergh Beach, out by the airport. It’s the nicest.”- Hunter S. Thompson, THE RUM DIARY
I'm not sure about sleeping on the beach but, we did get a room at one of the two places to stay on Lindberg Beach and yes it is a nice beach.
Lindberg Bay was renamed for Charles Lindberg who flew to St. Thomas on January 31 1928 after his successful nonstop flight across the Atlantic.
Lindberg Bay was formally known as Mosquito Bay. But, happily it did not live up to it's previous name while we were there for two days.
Trading the city for a tropical dream
And if you meet anyone who's asking for me
Tell all you meet they can reach me
Right down on the beach
St. Thomas way
After our relaxing stay it was a quick five minute taxi ride to Charlotte Amalie to meet the boat we had booked through Paradise Connections charters.
Captain Billy Pratt picked us up at the Crown Bay Marina and took us out to OPUS a 50 foot Piver designed trimaran built in 1986 that would be our home for the next ten days.
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