So I spent last week on St. Kitts. St. Kitts was (is still, technically) a sugar island and a British colony that got bounced between the British and the French a bit, but it seems that the British won since everyone drives on the wrong side of the road. Now the island is independent, and the nation is actually composed of two islands, St. Kitts and a smaller island called Nevis. St. Kitts is also bordered by the Atlantic on one side and the Caribbean on the other, so the island has a different feel depending on which side you’re currently visiting. The Marriott at which my parents have their timeshare is on the Atlantic side, but we spent a lot of time at various beaches on the Caribbean side.
So you can see, St. Kitts is sort of shaped like a chicken drumstick or a fish. Here’s a photo of the view of the isthmus, as seen from the crest of a hill. The Atlantic is on the left and the Caribbean is on the right.
So that’s cool, right?
On the Sunday of our trip we took a long, bumpy (roads in St. Kitts, not so great) drive out to the southern point of the island to visit Cockleshell Beach, a lovely beach on the Caribbean side with great views of Nevis. Most of the beaches have beach shack restaurants on them, and many of these restaurants supply chairs and umbrellas for a small rental fee (or not, depending on whether or not it is a cruise ship day). The drive down to Cockleshell includes going through numerous hills, past the construction sites of several large, multi-million dollar vacation homes, and around St. Kitts’ inland salt lake. Very scenic but, again, very bumpy, so I was happy to arrive at Cockleshell Beach. We grabbed chaises in the shade and spread out for a lovely day by the sea.
That land mass hidden in clouds off in the distance is Nevis.
Reggae Beach Bar, the restaurant by which we were situated, has a few animals on their premises, including rescued orphaned green monkeys, a goat, and Wilbur, the giant and famous St. Kitts pig.