Jamaica is bluepurple ocean, yellowgrey sunsets, one gazillion stars. Deep greens, Caribbean forest, narrow dirt roads winding through trees turned into paved streets. Abandoned, bright and gated mansions at the top of large hills, gold metal gates, the details of the ironwork on the porches. Colors. Dust. A deep, bitter spice smell in the air,…
Legend has it that a pirate once hid his treasure here, on Gouverneur Beach. Remote, secluded, & tucked away, it WOULD be a perfect spot. Unfortunately, we did not find it this afternoon.
The Edge of an Island
Saint Barth is almost entirely covered in hills, but there is one distant edge of the island where it is completely flat, and it in that place that we decided to run. We ran along the road, on the edge of the hill. We ran down a hidden sandy path. And we ran to this…
A contemporary art museum in Gustavia. Intimate & local. A picture of Saint Barth.
Colombier Beach is only accessible by boat, or by hiking down an old goat path, through the cliffs, on the edge of the island. It’s one of the most incredible hikes that I’ve ever done. The trail, the cliffs, the ocean, the beach itself; it’s breathtaking.
The only airport on St. Barth spills, literally, onto St. Jean beach, and there is nothing except one red sign and a piece of rope to stop people from prancing on over in front of a speeding plane to take pictures. It’s a tiny airport, one of the most difficult in the world. The…