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Baie Orientale, oh my!

Location: Orient Beach, St. Martin

Today we went wild and crazy, and drove at least 2 miles to the next closest beach: Baie Orientale, or Orient Bay/Beach.

We had gotten a couple recommendations for places to go in Orient Bay, and it wasn't until we got there that we understood why - the place is enormous. Huge. Expansive. The beach must be at least a mile long, if not longer, and it is covered in beach chairs and bars... and yet, still manages to feel empty and wide open because it's just so huge. The surf was a little more than Grand Case (it would be hard not to be), and the sand was beautiful and soft. 

We spent our day at Palm Beach, which is a relatively new bar/lounge/restuarant close to the northernmost end of the beach. The menu was extensive - everything from sushi to burritos to steak au poivre - and yet of course Steve had a cheeseburger. Which, don't get me wrong, turned out to be delicious, with yummy fries. In an attempt to stem the effects of rampant butter consumption, I went with the salad caprese, and it was decent, though the tomatoes could have been better (I know, it's March, silly me) and I had to content myself with stolen french fries.

The highlight, of course, was the fact that Baie Orientale is a very... European beach. What I mean by that is the vast majority of the beach tends toward topless, and, well, at the far end, it tends toward... everything-less. I didn't wander to that end of the beach, but Steve, in the interests of science and representing all those males who couldn't be here, did make the walk. Unfortunately for him, he discovered the first law of nudity: the desire to be seen naked is inversely correlated to the desire to see. In the immortal words of Seinfeld, there was a lot of "bad naked."

Even though I stayed at my end of the beach, I did get a treat when I watched an older couple walk by in their matching animal print thongs. Both of them. Thongs. Yikes.

But the best moment had to be when Steve returned from his walk to find three young nubile 20-something French girls had taken up residence next to us, and were gleefully frolicking, topless and in thongs, with their perky little titties poking out. 

Steve immediately put in a bid to buy a nearby house. (just kidding)

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Reader Comments (4)

Hahahahahahah! Loving the blog Lucinda! Also, of course I can't help but relish my little guest appearances.
The Orient Bay experience is cracking me up! Yes those little Frenchie titties are something to envy! Damn them and they're cigarette smoking and espresso drinking ways......skinny little bitches(of course I'm totally jealous)!
Good luck on the house......we are routing for you!
Give Steve a big old hug for us.

March 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAriane

I totally agree - those skinny little things plopped down next to us, I was bitter. Luckily my chair was in between them and Steve. When he sat down, I turned to him and said "just so you know, if you move your chair an inch, that is grounds for divorce." Steve didn't actually put a bid in on a house, but I suspect after that experience he has decided for certain that he wants to!

March 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLucinda

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July 8, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterDsquared2 it jeans

Ah yes. I’ve made that walk too. We have cruised to St. Martin several times. The first time we went to Orient Beach we did not know what to expect until we got there. I was pleasantly surprised, my wife was, just surprised. Even so, I had no trouble convincing her to go back on subsequent cruises because the beach is so beautiful there.
On our last cruise I was able to talk her into taking the walk down to Club Orient with me. It turned out to be somewhat of a life changing experience for her. Once in the water, and with some coaxing on my part, I was able get my very conservative wife to remove her top. I was delighted to find that it didn’t take long for her to become comfortable being like that. Probably because everyone around us was completely nude I guess she realized that it really was “no big thing.” I was shocked (in a good way) and excited when she exited the water with her top still in hand. She/we walked down the beach like that until it was time to turn back. She did put her top back on just before returning to our lounges.
I am glad to report that our next vacation will not be a cruise. She recently told me that she had gone ahead and booked our next vacation, a week at a beach front resort right on Orient Beach!

September 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterFillIam

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