One quite memorable visit there in '77 with a former boyfriend & another couple we met along the way in the SXM airport of then, missed our planned flight to SBH, so off we went to the top of Saba in a VW van with door open on the left side where I was sitting, don't think seat belts then ? Delightful lunch at the little hotel way up high, a stop at a shop where goods made by the wives of the men away from home in the southern oil fields, hand work...crochet, I remember buying an ornate head band. Flying in all I could see was rock, but leaving, the door was open which the lone pilot called back to me saying well slam it as he continued down the runway back to SXM. I think by the time we got off our hastily arranged charter flight to STT, I was quite out of it ! The end of our trip was on STX where we stayed with my former landlords in their hilltop home with view of Buck Island. Moral of the story, I have never desired a return to Saba ! Tho others have enjoyed, me...not so much.