The Old School Charm of the British Virgin Islands

I took a propeller plane of leeward islands Airlines. A tall black woman sitting next to me is reading a newspaper. She is wearing a bright straw hat and a bright yellow vest skirt. Suddenly, she saw the headline in the newspaper and cried. God should remember! We are flying from antigua island to Totora Island, flying for 3 minutes and crossing the water. Of course he remembers these islands. The British overseas territory between San Martin and Puerto Rico includes 6 islands and several coral reefs. The lush hills, Virgin Island Valley, Grand Virgin Island and the incredible Annega Coral Island are beautiful and flat, and seem to float like a disc on the clear water. The British Virgin Islands will leave a deep impression on you.

Bev Island Airport, the most civilized place in the Caribbean, is one mile away. An immigration officer with Mrs Edna's glasses looked at me. She seems to be saying to me, welcome to the British Virgin Islands! There are still portraits of William and Kate hanging here. The couple grinned and looked down at the tourists like Cheshire cat. This is a cheap and vulgar painting. You will love the Virgin Islands, even before you walk out of the airport.

When you come to Checkerboard Bay, the beach, palm trees and the scattered rum shacks form a perfect curve. I glanced aside and found that the lady sitting next to me on the plane in a light yellow skirt was sitting on a bench, sipping cherry juice alone, which seemed out of place with the surrounding scene. As night fell and lights flashed, I took a 12-minute boat ride to Guale Island, facing the fragrance of gardenia in Myanmar.

Guelleh Island Villa rooms are painted white with bleached wood furniture. The style in most parts of the Caribbean is far from simple, always gorgeous, but vulgar, but this is not the case here. Gualai Island Villa was founded by Bigelow family in 193s, and now it is owned by Jericho family. Henry Jericho is a naturalized American philanthropist. He is a psychologist by profession, and he made a fortune with the precious wealth here. Guale Island has always been a nature reserve. Coupled with the gorgeous beaches, everything you can think of on the island is an experimental place for animal and plant research. Iguanas crawl like extras in dinosaur movies. There are papaya, coconut, mango and banana in the orchard. As Rogers and Hammerstein sang, you can pick whatever you want under the tree.

After sunset, you have dinner in Queen Hua Ting: white walnut and pumpkin soup, followed by grilled swordfish. Catalan chefs have sunny smiles and superb skills. After coming out of the main house, you can stroll in the Garden of Eden, a romantic scene composed of damaged arches and benches in the park, which can be called an English garden.

This is a story about the Caribbean, but it is not Colin tennant's version, nor Barbadian food, nor the legend of wealth and giant yachts. The story is simple. It tells the story of the Caribbean and several families. Gualai Island (now Norman Island) of Bigelow and Gerachi family, followed by Suoduan of Hopkins family, Hotch Creek of Burns family and Little Dix Resort founded by the late eco-tourism founder. Everyone agreed that this place has a utopian artistic conception, and then set about making it a livable place. These pioneers never confused comfort with luxury. They destroy the environment as little as possible, and finally bring incomparable luxury to future generations: living a simple and simple life in nature.

One Sunday morning, I arrived at Little Dix Bay Resort on Virgin Island. There are gorgeous beaches in every corner of the world, but nothing is more amazing than this: the white beach that stretches for half a mile is particularly dazzling, just like Rockefeller's design, and there are no buildings at all from the beach. Despite its 5-year history, Little Dix Bay Resort is still one of the most beautiful hotels in the Caribbean. Its design is ingenious but not complicated. There are many delicious foods here, and there is a big spa, which is full of the breath of protecting children. Afternoon tea has no room key, fancy colors and harsh music except cups and polystyrene cups. Drinking tea has become a custom of Little Dix. Some employees have been working here for 4 years or more. Michael the boatman has been in Virgin Island for 26 years. For so many years, he has never been to claw island, which is only a 2-minute drive. Curiosity will never kill the cat.

Sneak out the back door of Little Dix, and you can stroll in a Spanish-style town and walk along dusty roads for 15 minutes. You will find that everything here is lively, bright and lively, although shabby. Dare to be different! The sign outside Ashley's hair salon says, "This sign stands there in windless weather here." After a long hesitation, I went to a clinker shop called Goose Bar. The blackboard in the shop says that fruit juice rum, margaritas and rum drinks are sold at extremely low prices, but the barmaid from Dominica is not worthy of any of them. In the bar next door, I drank Pasazi (local rum) and Coca-Cola. A Guyanese with pigtails, who didn't know what his hairstyle was, kept looking at me in the bar and told me that if I wasn't careful, Passaz would make me suffer for six months.

What I want, what everyone who comes to Virgin Island needs, is a reliable taxi driver. This place is crazy and particularly beautiful, but the road is steep and there are no street lights at night, so I'm glad to have Cyril around. After my errand, we decided to stop and have a drink at Ogilvy Park Bar in front of Livlake Bay Resort Road and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the islands: necker, Sabah, Shrubbery and Totora Island. You can also see Anegada Island in the distance, which is thrilling and can instantly turn a mature man into a crying little girl. Speaking of girls, Cyril told me that he has many daughters, which is of course a blessing, but they all want new laptops, which is not happy at all. I told him that he should be glad to have me present so that he could leave home for an hour or two. I hope I didn't mean to brag about myself.

from the Spanish town, I took a ferry from Speedy Company to Totora, the main island. Actually, the name of this company is Speedy, which is not appropriate, but I am very lucky today. I just caught up with Federal Day, which means many people don't go to work, so the ferry left on time this morning. But the ship was almost empty and there were few tourists. Guess who it is? I saw the lady wearing a light yellow skirt, but today she is wearing a bright orange dress. What are you doing here? She asked me like an impatient old friend, and my only possible answer was to ask her the same question.

I met Jacquela at the Rhodes pier. He held up a sign with my name on it. L 'Aquila is five years old. Her father Aaron is very famous in the British Virgin Islands. In addition to driving, he sang with the local band flogging dogs. He came to take me to France, a few miles west of the town of Road. The hotel is an out-and-out Cornish style, as depicted in Daphne du muriel's works and as a scene in Agatha Christie's novels. I think it should be called mystery or sin in Sunshine in the Caribbean. When I see people lying flat in the open air, like fish in a flat dish, with golden skin, and children picking up shells or catching crabs together in the crevices of rocks, you can't imagine what unpleasant things will happen here.