I sure loved St Kitts. It was a titch hectic when we stepped off the boat. This guy holding a tiny monkey with a tiny diaper came up to me. Of course because its an animal and because its tiny I for sure want to hold it. Biggest tourist mistake ever. He basically throws this monkey in my arms (which I secretly loved) and then wants money for it. Russ grabbed the monkey out of my hands and gave it back to the guy and walked away. The guy was pissed and demanded money.
As soon as I was 5 steps away from him this woman literally grabs my other arm and slathers something all the way up and down my arm. This freaked me out. What was she rubbing all over me? Turns out it was supposedly some sort of aloe vera she was trying to sell. So she demands money. Russ was like, "nope, nope" and then she gets mad. Monkey man comes back and tells Russ, "We have to make a living too!"
So within 5 min and walking out of the pier I held a monkey in a diaper and had a magic potion rubbed on to my arm.
Luckily my arm didnt shrivel up and die so we were good to go to the beach!
St Kitts was beautiful, and up to this point, my favorite stop.
We hopped in a loaded taxi with other tourist that took us to the beach. Our taxi driver was super cool, and gave us a few tid bits about the island.
The look out before we arrived to the beach
But he found a place to snorkel for a bit
This is where I got to hang out for a few hours.
This was a perfect reading place, besides the really brave crabs that kept sneaking up to my feet.
We walked down the beach a ways where there werent any people and sandy water to swim. We swam forever! We could have kept swimming but there were some people setting up for a beach wedding and I was not about to walk past their ceremony sopping wet with my hubby in his red speedo.
As we were waiting for our taxi man (doesnt this make you want to sing Miley Cyrus? 'taxi man turned on the radio, and the Britney song was on") to come get us, we shared our apple with some friendly wild monkeys. Sharing is caring.
Here is "fronck"
The next day was our last stop. St Maarten! It was the stop I was looking forward to very most. Last is best of all the games.