Treasure Island

john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

Travel Haiku - St John, Virgin Islands


St John, Virgin Islands
we pray for a place people
wont even see our shadows

Jumbie Beach. 'Creole, '
the girl shakes 'no'
the boy laughs 'Dont worry.
There will only be
two malevolent spirits.'

More than two-thirds of St. John is protected under the Virgin Islands National Park, including the entire north coast where the island's best beaches are located. Most have creamy white sand, crystalline water, and stunning views of nearby islands. A rental car makes beach hopping easy and fun, especially if you're looking for a private hideaway. (Be sure to grab a beach and snorkeling map at the national park service office.) Francis Bay sees relatively little traffic, especially on weekdays, or, if you want a really out-of-the-way spot, check out Jumbie Beach, a beautiful little nook whose name is Creole for malevolent spirit.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Edited: Sunday, August 17, 2014

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