Drift Reality

The painting Devon liked the most - the one Devon told Chase he thought should “anchor your wall” - was the one that Chase was the most reluctant about: a girl sits on a bed and stares blankly out a window. Early-morning sunlight fills the room, bathing her in yellow. The girl wears her hair in a ponytail and her tan skin seems smooth until you move in closer and then you see the sores around her mouth and the white scar on her forehead. Outside the window is a sea of pink tile roofs that bleed together so that it’s impossible to distinguish one from the next. The painting’s title: ‘Carly.’

His art and girlfriend Julia, finishing her MBA in New York, are representative of a new life for Chase once he moves to San Francisco. His childhood friend Michele, a prostitute attempting to launch an escort business with another one of his childhood friends Bailey, is his current reality in Las Vegas.

Joe McGinniss Jr.’s debut novel, The Delivery Man is a story about the struggle of the individual to achieve the promise of something better while mired in the the dystopia of his past and present. And what better place to set this struggle than the City of Sin.

Aesthetically, The Delivery Man is on-point. In fact, it is one of the few narratives I’ve managed to finish in a while.

McGinniss does a masterful job structuring his novel, alternating between the present narrative and stark flashbacks - many based on actual interviews that he conducted with teens in Vegas.

McGinniss peppers the narrative with periodic intimations to future events, which keeps the momentum moving squarely forward. In fact, I gobbled it up voraciously in about two days and I have mild ADD.

Not your average Joe

The prose reminds me a bit of Dave Eggers, except less poetic and more edgy and visual.

The texture of the novel is a bit stressful to say the least. I read the majority of the book with a sinking feeling of despair in the pit of my stomach not unlike the feeling I had while watching Leaving Las Vegas, based on a John O’Brien novel or more recently, the feeling I had while watching the first few minutes of Rules of Attraction (the 2002 version), based on a Bret Ellis novel. Come to think of it, I have a feeling it won’t be long until I’m experiencing that same feeling while watching the film adaptation of The Delivery Man.

Ultimately, The Delivery Man is not only a compelling story about a young man’s struggle in Las Vegas, but also a statement about the latent ideology of the ‘MySpace generation,’ one of moral ambiguity and superficial excess, and the growing divide between the MySpace generation and those preceding it.

Now I’m starting to sound disgustingly cliche and that is my cue to stop writing and do something else.

Bottom line - order this book from Amazon or wherever you go to buy your books and you will not be disappointed.

For our final evening, we decided to stay in Grand Case. On Kris’ recommendation we headed out to L’Escapade, a fabulous French restaurant on the main strip.

We arrived only about thirty minutes before closing and Axel, the manager, seated us in the lounge and gave us a few complimentary glasses of champagne while they prepared a table near the balcony overlooking the water.

While waiting, we snapped a picture that doesn’t really provide a vivid depiction of the interior of the restaurant but does a good job capturing its ambiance.

L’Escapade

After a few moments we were seated and looking through their menu. We ordered lobster bisque to start. For the main course, my companion ordered the pan sauteed jumbo shrimps with a grapefruit risotto and I had the filet, which was served in a Bearnaise sauce.

The food was great and I thoroughly enjoyed our experience at L’Escapade. I would say the only drawback was the fact that the wind was starting to pick and it was even starting to drizzle a bit outside. On a clear night the place would have been perfection.

We finished our meal and had a final glass of wine before retiring for the evening and preparing ourselves to head back to the States and back to reality after a few days in Saint Martin.

After we left Happy Bay, the sky turned overcast and it began to drizzle slightly. We decided not to check out Pinel Island because from all accounts it was slammed with tourists on Sundays, so instead we decided to check out the view from Paradise Peak, located smack dab in the middle of Saint Martin.

The view from Paradise Peak was quite magnificent. The only downside was the curving one-lane road that one has to traverse to arrive at Paradise Peak. By the time you make it (if you make it) you are so on edge that it is difficult to fully appreciate the Saint Martin landscape.

That’s why you need to check out the Hidden Forest Cafe at Loterie Farms, which is located directly off the road that leads up to Paradise Peak.

Hidden Forest Cafe is a cute restaurant and lounge that gives you the distinct feeling you are sitting up in a huge tree house. You can sit in the lounge and you’ll have a great view of the surrounding Loterie Farms.

On occasion, random dogs will wander by and poke their nose in your table to see if you are the charitable type.

A Hidden Forest Cafe Patron

Don’t feed them though because they will end up joining you for the remainder of your meal and most likely, invite some friends over as well.

The fruit drinks are mouth-watering and the appetizers are quite tasty as well. We had a crab, pesto, and artichoke dip and some jump shrimp.

On an overcast day or for a quick drink in the evening, Hidden Forest Cafe is definitely a good destination.

We awoke the next day and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast of bread, brie, and tomatoes on the veranda while admiring the view of Grand Case. While we ate, we decided that we would spend the first part of the day visiting the northwest beaches in Saint Martin.

We gathered our things together and set off for Friars Bay.

The moment we set foot on Friar’s Bay and observed the huge billboard promoting the latest installment of Pirates of the Caribbean, and the families and children milling about, we decided it would be a better investment of our time to check out the neighboring Happy Bay.

After trudging through a thin path surrounded on both sides by tall grasses for about fifteen minutes, we emerged onto a cliff that overlooked a small rocky beach. There were two locals fishing on the beach.

Could this be Happy Bay?

As I compared our current position on the shore to where I thought we were on the map, I found myself coming to the incredulous conclusion that the craggy plot of sand and rocks was the allegedly beautiful Happy Bay.

Shrugging my shoulders we decided to take a few pictures before returning to Friars Bay.

Is this Happy Bay?

Thankfully, my sense of direction is second to all and the shore we had stopped at was most certainly not Happy Bay. On queue, a trio of small French boys came rushing through the brush.

“Hey guys,” I asked. “Is this Happy Bay?”

“Non!” one responded.

“Happy Bay?” the other questioned.

“Come, come,” the third beckoned.

With that, the trio headed back into the brush, stopping every so often to look back and make sure we were still following them. After just a few minutes of walking, we emerged onto one of the most beautiful, isolate beaches in Saint Martin. We put our towels down nearby and began soaking in the sun.

No, this is Happy Bay.

For the first time since arriving in Saint Martin, there was literally no sound except for the ocean landing on the shore.

After a quick nap to regain some of our energy from a day of sun and shopping, we were ready to head out to dinner at Sol e Luna.

Sol e Luna had come highly recommended to us from Kris, one of the owners of L’Esplanade and she had not steered us wrong up to then so we decided to follow-up on her advice and make reservations at the restaurant.

It was a quick drive from Grand Case and soon we were seated outside on the patio, enjoying the warm Saint Martin evening.

Both the exterior and interior of the restaurant have a slick, romantic feel, as you can somewhat tell from this picture:

Photo courtesy of Sol e Luna Web site

We ended up order the Lobster Bisque to start, which was tasty but could have used a bit more substance. For the main course my companion had the jumbo shrimp, flammed with brandy and green pepper sauce, and served on a bed of lobster risotto. I ordered the linguini, which was cooked in a garlic and spicy tomato broth with a healthy provision of seafood.

We polished off the meal with some fresh berries and cream and a couple of shots of ginger rum, which I ended up developing quite an addiction to during our trip.

In all, it was a great experience and Sol e Luna lived up to its reputation as being one of the top restaurants in Saint Martin.

After a day of exploring the beaches on the west coast of Saint Martin, we decided to head down to Marigot to check out some of the shops the island had to offer. Apparently, there are two main areas to go shopping: the area around Great Bay, which is great for electronics and Jewelry; and Marigot, which has more of the high-end, boutique clothing shops.

As we were up in Grand Case, I was thankful that I was not made to drive down to Great Bay but was simply forced to drive to Marigot to check out the shops.  My first impression of Marigot was that the traffic sucked pretty bad, as we were slammed from the moment we diverged off the main road into the town.  We eventually managed to find parking and began exploring the shops throughout the city.

It was a bit disorienting to say the least, to see high-end boutique stores in such a localized Caribbean setting.  After walking through the town, we walked along the harbor as the sun set before returning to our car.

Before heading up to Grand Case, we stopped at Match, one of the larger French supermarkets on the island, where we picked up some fruits, cheeses and chocolate to snack on for the remainder of our trip.

After Orient Bay, I felt as though my eyes needed some recovery time so we decided to head down to Le Galion Beach (Baie de L’Embouchure), which Kris had mentioned was normally quite quiet in comparison (although on Sunday apparently, it fills up with little children).

It was only a short drive away from Orient Bay and soon we were enjoying the calm water and relative quietude of Le Galion Beach.

Le Galion Beach

Le Galion Beach turned out to be my favorite beach in Saint Martin.  It actually sits on a sand bar so you can walk out a fair distance in the calm waters.  There is a nice little restaurant that sits on the beach where you can get drinks and snacks.  All-in-all, it makes for a perfect destination if you are seeking a more calm, relaxed experience in Saint Martin.

On Saturday morning we woke up bright and early, feeling fully recovered from the previous day of travel. Opening the curtains revealed a stunningly bright and sunny day that helped drive us out of our grogginess.

We stopped in the reception and chatted with Kris briefly. She recommended Coconut Grove (Baie del L’Embouchure) but we had heard some good things about Orient Bay so we decided to stop there first.

After about a 15-minute drive, we arrived at the south end of Orient Bay, which is a bit dumpy, and began driving north until we reached the Coco Beach Bar and Restaurant. After parking outside, we started strolling south along the beach.

Orient Bay is one of the more well-known beaches in Saint Martin, and part of its reputation is derived from the optionality of clothing that is associated with the beach. I’m certainly no hater of the human body, but the sights we saw along Orient Bay made me contemplate poking my eyes out with a spoon and spending the remainder of my life in androgyny.

That being said, the beach itself was quite attractive:

In general though, I have to admit I wasn’t overly impressed with Orient Bay. The beach is nothing spectacular compared to some of the others in Saint Martin, the restaurants are over-priced and over-commercialized, and there is the aforementioned issue with naked nastiness.

We had a quick and forgettable lunch at the Coco Beach Bar and Restaurant, where the service was sub-par, before heading off to greener pastures.

After relaxing for a little while we decided to explore Grand Case and see if we could get a little beach time before the sun set. The receptionist at L’Esplanade told us about a small beach near the hotel called Le Petite Plage. After a short walk we discovered that Le Petite Plage was in fact, truly petite so we decided to walk to the main beach in Grand Case and check that out.

Grand Case has a truly local feel that differentiates itself somewhat from some of the more touristy destinations on the island. There are a number of small, quaint restaurants along the path (I’ll write about one of the better ones a bit later) as well as some small boutique and souvenir shops.

After walking for several minutes we arrived at the Sunset Cafe, where we had a couple of drinks while we watched a group of children playing in the water while the sun set over the horizon.

After about a 30-minute drive through Saint Martin, we miraculously arrived at L’Esplanade and I sort of held my breath as we drove up the steep incline that lead to the hotel’s reception area.

I was holding my breath because I was not entirely sure what to expect from the place. Sure, Trip Advisor had ranked it as the top hotel in Saint Martin and had awarded it the Traveler’s Choice award in both 2005 and 2006. Sure, it had a snazzy Web site and an amazing photo gallery.

I was still nervous that we were driving into a dump.

My fears instantly disappated the moment we parked and entered the reception area and were presented with this view:

“Your room will be ready in just a few minutes, would you like a drink while you wait? Perhaps a Carib?”the receptionist asked.

“You had me at Carib,” I thought to myself and nodded affirmatively.

After a few minutes of basking in the Saint Martin afternoon, our room was ready and we were delighted to see that the pictures from the Web site were not all smoke and mirrors.

The owners, Kristen and Marc, had really paid attention to the little things - the fixtures in the kitchenette, a painting on acrylic tiles in the patio, and small flowers sprinkled throughout the room.

There was even a little kitchenette that would come in handy after we discovered the French market near Marigot.

The pièce de résistance however was clearly the view from the patio. As far as things to wake up to in the morning, you could do worse:

After the long trip it was nice to catch our breath for a few minutes while gazing out over Grand Case.