Our second day dawns early.   Lag.   And starts off badly. Again.   I go outside at about 6 a.m. to watch the moon on the water, still confidently covered in last night’s DEET, and am immediately set upon and bitten quite badly by some killer mosquitoes.   Yum.   White meat, fresh and innocent, d’Angleterre. St Martin is half Dutch and half French.   The border is passed without ceremony most days, just a few flags on the side of the road.   But the Dutch side is pretty American, as is the French side too it must be said, and you can use any currency from [...]

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