Well, we made it to Statia. Again. Our trip back was mostly uneventful, but we procrastinated buying our puddle-jump tickets and as a result had to spend a night in St Maarten. It was sort of nice, though it set us back about $200 for the hotel and taxis. (Our place was fairly decent and right on the beach, but they offered up what must be the cheapest shampoo-and-conditioner-in-one available that left my hair so destroyed my only option was to try and remedy the situation with a bar of soap. Yes. I washed my hair with a bar of soap. I felt so ashamed.)
Anyway, the point is, we're here. And also, Jon wore a Speedo.