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The bow of the ship pitches while gently slices through the water of the strait that separates us from St. John. On board, as is usual for travelers, strike up a conversation with a couple. She is a young girl, very plump, round cheeks ruddy and pleasantly. The arms, shapely and brown from the tropical sun, look like small hams. In life, for the moment, he studied philosophy. He has a look ascetic with hollow cheeks, long hair and beard brings as our Lord. It owns and operates a delicatessen shop.
E 'universally known that appearances are deceiving, but here the contrast is really striking. And 'know that the look is not the Monaco. I, for my part, suggests that someone has mistaken him brains, maybe not so fast that if they are not even noticed! However, once again proved that the most fervent of imaginations can never compete with the wild fantasy of reality.
arrived in St. John, we realize the extraordinary beauty of its beaches. The turquoise sea and white sand are really beautiful. We head towards the Virgin Islands National Park , where a ranger gives us all the instructions necessary to achieve the Coral Reef . Already equipped with mask and fins dive in the sea bed. The view underwater, with fish of all colors that flicker in water, is remarkable. But I remain impressed by the fact that several appear damaged coral, others are strange spots that do not bode well. Rise to the surface to ask the reason for our Ranger sad spectacle that is offered to our eyes. I replied that part of the fault is due to fishing boats in the past have crowded these bays, many of whom threw the anchors without any criteria, smashing everything. Goes on to say that environmental factors also have a great influence on a fragile ecosystem such as coral reefs (this, unfortunately is a fact well known to those who want to know more about can find here some news).
The next morning, still sleepy I open the window of the hotel room and I look the balcony. Half blinded by sunlight, you know, with a mixture of astonishment and dismay, who was born a mountain in the middle of the bay! I look better and I realize that is a giant cruise ship.
Later, seeing her berthed, I seem to look at the drawing from a child: a huge boat in a marina. A good part of the tourism that goes in these parts is made of cruise passengers hit-and-run. They stop for a few hours, buy some souvenirs and leave their floating cities.
- I do not understand this way of traveling - he says in a tone lapidary bartender friend of mine - but for the economy of this island is a good source of income.
E 'universally known that appearances are deceiving, but here the contrast is really striking. And 'know that the look is not the Monaco. I, for my part, suggests that someone has mistaken him brains, maybe not so fast that if they are not even noticed! However, once again proved that the most fervent of imaginations can never compete with the wild fantasy of reality.
arrived in St. John, we realize the extraordinary beauty of its beaches. The turquoise sea and white sand are really beautiful. We head towards the Virgin Islands National Park , where a ranger gives us all the instructions necessary to achieve the Coral Reef . Already equipped with mask and fins dive in the sea bed. The view underwater, with fish of all colors that flicker in water, is remarkable. But I remain impressed by the fact that several appear damaged coral, others are strange spots that do not bode well. Rise to the surface to ask the reason for our Ranger sad spectacle that is offered to our eyes. I replied that part of the fault is due to fishing boats in the past have crowded these bays, many of whom threw the anchors without any criteria, smashing everything. Goes on to say that environmental factors also have a great influence on a fragile ecosystem such as coral reefs (this, unfortunately is a fact well known to those who want to know more about can find here some news).
The next morning, still sleepy I open the window of the hotel room and I look the balcony. Half blinded by sunlight, you know, with a mixture of astonishment and dismay, who was born a mountain in the middle of the bay! I look better and I realize that is a giant cruise ship.
Later, seeing her berthed, I seem to look at the drawing from a child: a huge boat in a marina. A good part of the tourism that goes in these parts is made of cruise passengers hit-and-run. They stop for a few hours, buy some souvenirs and leave their floating cities.
- I do not understand this way of traveling - he says in a tone lapidary bartender friend of mine - but for the economy of this island is a good source of income.
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