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\n<\/a>St. John — \u00a9 Brian Rose<\/p>\n
\n<\/a>St. John — \u00a9 Brian Rose<\/p>\n
\n<\/a>St. John — \u00a9 Brian Rose<\/p>\n
Back from a week from the island of St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands. We stayed in a so-called eco-tent overlooking Salt Pond Bay in the southeastern tip of the island. It was a reasonably comfortable structure, but we shared it at various times with a mouse, a lizard, a spider, a walking stick, biting bugs, and marauding birds. Under the hut, which sat on wooden stilts, hundreds of hermit crabs scrabbled about, their shells a constant crackling sound. Nature can be loud.<\/p>\n
We were staying at the Concordia Eco-Resort, and traveled around the island to different beaches and snorkeling spots. I didn’t take many photographs, but snapped a few when we made pitstops between locations. As beautiful as St. John and nearby St. Thomas are — and there are many resorts and large houses — the majority of the population appears quite poor and lives in rather chaotic little compounds of makeshift buildings with chickens and, sometimes, goats running freely.<\/p>\n
Paradise it is, but rough around the edges.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a>St. John — \u00a9 Brian Rose<\/p>\n
\n<\/a>St. John — \u00a9 Brian Rose<\/p>\n
\n<\/a>St. John — \u00a9 Brian Rose<\/p>\n