Blissed out: Bequia, St. Vincent & the Grenadines
Bequia means "island of the clouds" in the native Arawak language, and it's no wonder. The clouds constantly roll in, sprinkle refreshing, cool raindrops for a minute, then roll out.
Port Elizabeth, Bequia Island, St. Vincent and the Grenadines is a curious, colorful place popular with cruising yachts, expatriots and tourists from all over. When I first arrived, I needed Internet because being on a ship at night means there's not much connectivity. Not to mention, the food around this area is downright delicious.
Without much effort, I found myself in a tiny cafe called Maria's French Terrace surrounded by futbol-watching French people. The entire island measures only seven square miles (roughly the size of San Francisco proper) so I didn't figure I'd have trouble finding WiFi, and I was right. This place has stunning views to enjoy your lunch overlooking this:
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Better brush up on your Français if you want to enjoy Bequia though, just FYI. I took it back in high school and this was literally the first time in all of my life that I was able to use it in the wild.
There's not much to do on this tiny island except enjoy it's surrounding ocean, which is perhaps its most enchanting aspect. There are beaches, but they're not really for sun-bathing. Why would you lay out on the beach when the ocean is right there? There aren't many clocks, there's a lot of simultaneously relaxing and intoxicating rum punch, and opportunities to do the following abound. Here's 26 seconds of what Bequia is best for:
Moonhole is one of the sickest places I've seen in a long time. All of its rooms are open air and it's built in glorious 1960's architecture. It's formally defined as a "unique community of sculpted homes in a marine, bird and wildlife sanctuary." There's one family that built the place and has subsequently turned the beach and waters around it into a nature preserve. Its rental suites feature whale bones and sharing a room with nature.:
Here's what it's like snorkeling about 25 feet off the shore of this place (without sunburning the backs of your knees):