Quite an awesome view from a hill on St. Maartin, but the drive up was a tad scary if I remember correctly. There was a narrow mountain road with trees hanging in the way; a long drop off visible out my passenger window; and my friend Tom, unaware of just how close to the edge we were, and driving like he was in his own neighborhood, was merrily chatting away about his wife’s cousin’s uncle as the occasional oncoming, and speeding, car drove us either towards the rock wall or the drop off.