The trip down to St. Thomas was uneventful on the surface, just your typical air travel - delays and all. However, there were a few interesting factors in the delays:
* Right before we were to board the plane in Dallas, a flight attendant fell and apparently cut his head pretty bad, so he had to be taken care of and a replacement attendant called in before boarding could begin of course.
* Once everyone was settled on the plane, it was determined that a fuel gauge or some other such mechanical device had to be replaced before we could take off. Fortunately, that took less time than they estimated.
* We finally arrived in San Juan where it eventually turned out that 3(!) airplanes had to be grounded due to mechanical troubles so our flight had to be combined with a later flight to St. Thomas.
* Boarding in San Juan was a little crazy because the shuttle got the passengers out to the airplane before the flight crew. The bus was so packed that people started pushing out even though they weren't supposed to and there we were just hanging out on the tarmac.
We finally made it to St. Thomas where Chris was waiting for us at the airport. The adventure was about to begin. After finding our rental car in an unlit parking lot, finding our way to the other side of Charlotte Amalie was a piece of cake. It was once we pulled into our guesthouse's neighborhood that things started to get interesting. Narrow, steep, crumbly streets were to become our norm for the next few days. In the dark, the first time it seemed like we wound through that neighborhood forever before finding Ramsey's Guesthouse, but we made it and it wasn't long before we all settled in for the night.
To be continued...
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