There’s island life and then there’s island life in Carriacou. So small you can drive around the entire island and the gas needle barely moves; so slow-paced, time is indicated in vague terms with tour guides scheduling pick-ups and drop-offs ‘around’ a certain hour; and so idyllic the white sand and clear water look like scenes …
Sandals off. Locks loose. Body stretched out on a surprisingly comfortable bed of fallen coconut tree branches…that was my conduct for most of the afternoon I spent on Sandy Island. To say I painted a cliched picture of #islandlife would be an understatement, but I make no apologies for it. Because for all the times I used …
