our visit to St. Martin
Posted by:
kat
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Date: April 27, 2008 11:54AM
On April 17, our first night on St. Martin, our first visit on-island, my husband and I were robbed in Orient Village, at gunpoint. We were coming out of a restaurant, crossed the street to pick up some groceries for the next day, and heading back to our rental jeep. My husband unlocked my passenger side door and was heading back to his side (still behind the jeep) when a black man in a hooded sweatshirt stepped out of the sparse vegetation on my side of the jeep, demanding:"Give me the money! Give me the money!" He had a gun. It was in his right hand, pointed (for the moment) at the ground. My husband, hearing the threatening tone, thought he was an aggessive panhandler. He yelled: "What, are you crazy? Get away from here!" The man leaned away from me, towards my husband, who was coming back to my side of the jeep and his gun lifted ever so slightly. A terrifying movie unrolled in my mind in a split second. It showed my husband, and me, or both shot, with blood spattering, and my body flying backward (I was still facing right, not even having had the time to swing my legs in the jeep). In my calmest voice, I said: "It's okay, take it, it's okay." A split second of hesitation from the man, then he grabbed my purse in his left hand and took off. By then my husband had reached my side, not knowing what in the world had gone on. I told him, "Honey, he had a gun, he had a gun." After that, our vacation was filled with police stations, tourist board, and long tedious phone calls to credit card companies etc.
The frustrations of the follow-up continues. WE just returned last Thursday, the 24th of April. The only thing my fellow travellers need to know is do not carry ID with you (the robber took everything, including my passport), only copies of ID, perhaps one credit card and a small amount of your cash. Crime is escalating on the island, and we've heard stories from the gendarme, frequent island visitors, and locals that you don't really glean from the travel sites. It was only 8pm at night, in a busy area, and we took no chances. I made the biggest mistake of carrying my handbag with me, with everything in it, only because we had a mini-discussion before leaving the hotel room we'd just checked into,deciding we were unsure of the island, and it would be better to take it with me. The room had a safe, but somehow the newness of our surroundings made us think we should take my bag with us.
With the huge disparity of income we viewed on the island, it will only get worse. The police on the French side are nearly all French-speaking, and my report of the robbery, and a declaration they gave me to help me leave the island without ID, was all in French. That's as it should be, but the gendarme cycle in for only a maximum of 5 years, then return home. One gets the feeling that the lid is only barely on what could quickly become another Jamaica. How sad, for such a place...
At first, I was terrified. The next day, tired and in a post-adrenlin fog. By Friday night I got angry, and decided I wasn't going to allow the mental robbery to continue. We managed to enjoy our vacation as much as we could. Still, I won't return to St. Martin. The development is incredible, the walled villas increasing, the traffic horrendous. The locals don't seem to be benefiting in any way by the increase of off-shore wealth. Some of what is taken in by the foreign tourists should be given back in the form of community, health, youth, athletic, centers. They are short-sightedly building a powder keg. We will be looking elsewhere for our next Carribean vacation...