You can drive around the entire circumference of this island in only an hour or so. I am unsure how many live here. The official population figures are about 60 thousand people. With illegal aliens, more like 80,000. But the numbers of large and tall Americans who frequent the eateries boat shops and banks are few. Most stay in the tourist areas. Joy, being tall, blonde, and thin, is instantly recognizable from a distance. And for a woman of such stature, accompanied by a heavy guy over 6' with a shaved head is unusual. 

A lot of tourists here come off the boat. There are many different cruse lines that dock here. Many are out of Puerto Rico. But the majority of tourists off the boats are American. We've sat down at the beach front in Phillipsburg and watched them waddle there overly corpulent water buffalo torsos from one end of the quay to the other. 

Oh, occasionally  a family may have a son or daughter who for some reason hasn't swollen up like roadkill in July, prompting us to wonder how can that lovely young woman or that buff guy be ravaged by the years to morph into the mosters that they are walking with?

For the most part, though, the disease of being part of a  sedentary  lifestyle has already taken it's toll. It's sort of like watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, Caribbe style.

If we were going to be off the main venues we would be easily recognized .

I told Joy of my concern that our cover would be blown in days ahead unless we were careful to either not be seen together, or at least disguise ourselves. It may be hard to detect who the occupants of a car is until the last moment, so we could drive around OK. We would be insulated in the Hotel compound. But if we went public in the main shopping and commercial areas, we would need to disguise who we are. Dark sunglasses and hats would be a start. But a wig may help. Joy agreed, and we dropped in a beauty shop that had a good selection of woolly head coverings. There were many to choose from, but the selection in color was almost all the wigs were very dark. 

Joy found one that looked good in short order. She also said that her purse was known by the crew, it was distinctive and would give her away. She picked out a smart, bright red woven box style, completely different from the kit bag, over the shoulder style she usually sported.

I though about maybe taking up another persona- maybe an older washed up surfer joe style, but nothing seemed right. So with an instant new coiffure and  two new skin tight pairs of jeans , Joy  and I left the building.