Destination Memories: Bathsheba, Barbados
Members and travel writers share the places they’re travelling to, albeit in their minds
Writer and London member, Darcie Imbert, wishes she was sat in Sea Side Bar, Bathsheba’s seasoned rum shop, with a flask of Mount Gay and an endless ocean view
By Darcie Imbert Images by Darcie Imbert Saturday 30 May, 2020 Short read
Descending from the limitless stretch of sugar cane, interrupted only by weathered plantation houses in the distance, our soft-top Jeep twists through the single route that leads from the south to the east coast of the island before reaching the beach road of Bathsheba.
Far from the blissfully still waters of the Caribbean Sea that beckon you as a lustrous aquamarine temptress, the Atlantic Coast reverberates with power, spitting salty water onto the coastline with a meditative hum. Despite being only 30 minutes from the well-oiled, rosé-drinking holidaymakers of the west coast, Bathsheba feels like the Caribbean of the pre-Hilton era: untamed, rugged and raw. Aside from fisherman and a few ambling locals, the beach is mostly sparse, a paradisiacal enclave reserved for the few.
Barbados has become an islet of fond memories; stepping from the plane onto the sun- bathed tarmac, met by the warmth of familiarity. While the anonymity of travelling somewhere new is exciting, little beats the nostalgic revival of returning somewhere that has grown to become a home away from home.
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