Little England

Earphones on, head gently pressed against the (airplane) window, looking outside at the bright night sky, listening to ♩Blue Jeans ♬

Smoothly, the plane descends on the flickering lights of the island where palm trees, bougainvillea, frangipani trees, and tropical blooms sway in the wind; the wind is what welcomes you the moment you come off the plane…a welcoming warm wind, soft and caressing that sweeps over the airport pagoda roofs giving the facilities their unique and exotic look. We arrive at the hotel: a quaint white washed construction with little light niches along the outside walls. A toad hops away, a monkey  moves along. Again, the wind is the only audible whisper together with the breathing waves of the ocean that lull us into a heavy sleep. The birds chirp happily away very early the next morning as our jetlagged faces emerge from the room to take in the soothing view of the ilver Sands beach. The name of the location is a dreamcatcher, where our tired bodies and souls strive to find peace. The small island is a little tropical heaven originally inhabited by Amerindians and then taken over by the English who ruled undisputed until 1966, when the island gained its independence. It is a two-faceted world: the east coast is quite different from the west coast since it stands out with beautiful pristine beaches where the waters can be extremely treacherous. The west coast is more touristy but just as beautiful in its post-card like style.

Let the double voyage begin…

Credits: TheDaydreamerDiary