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Kindred Coasts

Kindred Coasts
January 2011
Journey to the Caribbean isle of Barbados, Charleston’s sister colony in the sea

Our driver is listening to a cricket game on the radio as he winds us past sugarcane fields and a hilltop rum factory. We’re in the middle of the bell-shaped island of Barbados, the longtime colony and still British darling of the Caribbean, complete with parishes, parliament, and salt cod on the menus. Set at the southeastern end of the island chain, Barbados is not quite a tropical England, but travelers from Britain, as well as Australia and Canada, flock here. And for Charlestonians, the West Indies isle has an often-familiar feel, born of a shared history.

During our stay, we were reminded of home again and again, even though it’s been a few centuries since Barbadian planters landed in Charles Towne. At the Arlington House Museum on the northwest coast in Speightstown, displays note that the bright white building “closely resembles the single houses of Charleston.” (You can almost check its features off a list: east-west orientation, one-room width, a side porch.) Island menus include plenty of fish, rice, and okra, and streets have names such as King, Queen, and Bay. Then there are the “chattel” houses of aqua blue, sunny yellow, and parchment white. From simple to ornate, these moveable homes of late 19th- to early 20th-century island sharecroppers look much like our city’s freedmen’s cottages.

Still, Barbados remains exotic, different from Charleston in the ways a tropical islandcan be. Average temperatures are in the 70s and 80s year-round. Sugarcane still grows, and molasses and rum are key exports. Resorts near Bridgetown and on the west coast offer gated opulence not far from racetracks and dance clubs with crowds and thumping beats that spill onto the street.

The social life is particularly active in winter, with many options for luxury. On this trip, our home away from home was the Colony Club on the west coast near Holetown, situated down an avenue of tall mahogany trees that ends at the shore. Under palm and casuarina trees, the villas and rooms open to lagoons edged by coral stone. (The island isn’t volcanic, rather it rises from the ocean atop a giant mass of coral.) Here, everyone knows how to relax. Rum drinks and ice-cold washcloths are offered to guests at check-in, and it doesn’t take long to get into the island pace, change into looser clothes, grab a towel.

Within an hour of arrival, we were at the hotel’s open-air restaurant, trying our first flying-fish salad with mango and pineapple. It was a resort version of the national dish, flying fish and an okra and cornmeal mixture called cou cou. (Fish and grits, anyone?) A few yards away, a slim 60-something woman in a blue-and-white-striped bikini and skin tanned to a tobacco color reclined on a chaise. She’d be there morning to late afternoon the next two days as well, each time in a different suit. A handsome young couple waded up to the stools at the swim-up bar. The people-watching had begun—and it would prove quite interesting. We didn’t see any celebrities, but the west coast is often touted for its well-heeled (or well-flip-flopped) glamour. At nearby Sandy Lane Resort, where room rates begin around $2,000 per night, guests over the decades have ranged from Jackie Onassis to Mick Jagger to Tiger Woods.

Just 21 miles long and 14 miles wide, the island is manageable for exploring but doesn’t feel too small. The next day, we toured St. Nicholas Abbey, an elegant Jacobean mansion and plantation tract that dates to 1658 and was recently reinvigorated by new owners, who have also brought sugarcane rum back into production. The property has a strong Charleston connection: one of its 17th-century owners was John Yeamans, who was appointed Governor of Carolina by King Charles II. The Royalist lived for a time in Charles Towne, establishing Yeamans Plantation—part of what is now Yeamans Hall in Berkeley County. Barbados’ history then becomes our history, as Yeamans is also thought to have been the first to bring enslaved people to Carolina. The Barbadian plantation culture would become firmly rooted in the Lowcountry.

We later stopped by the Lush Life Nature Resort and met the owner, Tom Hinds, who was waist-deep in anthurium flowers. He cultivates thousands of the tropicals in a hillside greenhouse. And we crossed over to the less-visited east coast to see the famed “Soup Bowl,” where surfers ride waves over rough coral. The century-old Atlantis Hotel, known for its authentic menu, is just down the shore.

You don’t have to hire a driver in Barbados, but with the British left-side right-of-way, it helps. All of our driving was ably done by Wayne Cox, a lifelong Barbadian. He’d fill us in on the cricket game score (the West Indies lost to South Africa), point out the historic houses, and talk of some of his favorite local dishes: rice and peas, green bananas and fish, yam pies, and fish pies.

Roads can be stomach-tumbling rough in places in the hilly interior, and landmarks are used for directions more commonly than signs. But there was a handmade one that kept coming up, a small paintedarrow for Hunte’s Gardens.

Curiosity rules, and by the third day, that’s where we headed. At a high point on the island’s northern spine, we parked at a gate and walked into an impressive, terraced gully of tropical plantings. A recording of opera music poured down from the veranda of a house further up the path—it was MariaCallas hitting a high note. (Fitting, as she’s another celebrity who was known to escape to Barbados.)

The garden’s owner, horticulturalist Anthony Hunte, soon appeared, and after a casual tour along the pathway of orchids and bromeliads, he invited us, along with a couple from Canada, to join him on his porch for our choice of rum punch cocktails or lemonade-tinged amber with bitters.

Conversation of music and plants was easy on that porch perched in the tangled garden, and Hunte invited us to either stay on for a few more hours or come back at 3:30 in the afternoon, the time of day he takes a few bananas to feed the wild monkeys at the edge of his property. “And if we don’t see monkeys, we’ll keep the bananas, and I’ll make you a daiquiri.”

Barbados is quite the island. We didn’t return for daiquiris, but that night at sunset, I thought how somewhere west and north on the Atlantic shore stands Charleston—distant, yet so very near.

Guide to Barbados

The Atlantis: (left) late-1800s east coast hotel and restaurant near the “Soup Bowl” surf spot; saved, expanded, and reopened in 2009. Tent Bay, St. Joseph, (246) 433 9445,

Colony Club Hotel: retro west coast resort with rooms opening to lagoon pools, a beachfront restaurant, and a swim-up bar. Porters, St. James, (888) 996-9948,

Lush Life Nature Resort: basic cottages, spa, and restaurant on a secluded hilltop fringed by the rainforest. Suriname, St. Joseph, (246) 433-1300,

Sandy Lane: (left) plush west coast resort with oceanview rooms, suites, and five-bedroom villas; three golf courses; a spa; and multiple cocktail and dining options. St. James, (246) 444-2000,

Brown Sugar: Bajan and Creole specialties on tropical patios. Menu includes pepper pot, pickled breadfruit, and rum pudding. Aquatic Gap, Bay St., St. Michael, (246) 426-7684,

Nishi: (left) menu ranging from sushi and prawn soup to pasta and hamburgers. Second St., Holetown, St. James, (246) 432-8287,

Scarlet: (left) cocktails and dinner in a renovated chattel house with a hip crowd and rich red interior. Payne’s Bay, St. James, (246) 432-3663,

Waterfront Café: cool drinks and the national dish of steamed flying fish and cou cou at café tables by the marina. The Careenage, Bridgetown, (246) 427-0093,

Chattel Village: local boutiques, including Beth & Tracie (left) for resort wear and I Candi for jewelry. Holetown, St. James

Old Pharmacy Gallery: contemporary and conceptual art, with the beachfront Star Bar across the street, where classic films are shown on winter evenings. Queen St., Speightstown, St. Peter, (246) 234-2494

St. Nicholas Abbey Gift Shop: books on Barbados history; island jewelry; and handsome, engraved bottles of the house rum. Cherry Tree Hill, St. Peter, (246) 422-5357,

Visit in the high season from mid-November through April, while the galleries, shops, and social season are in full swing.

Try to catch the Holetown Festival in February and the Oistins Fish Festival  in April.

Wander Hunte’s Gardens, with its eclectic tropical plantings and sculptures. Castle Grant, St. Joseph, (246) 433-3333,