I was drawn to preserved, historic buildings down by the harbour at first we found some great local restaurants. We roamed though the streets passing friendly locals and discovering an array of colourful buildings around every corner of Antigua's capital city.
Hearing about a seventeenth century military fort on a hill top over looking a beautiful bay was something that we had to go and see. Our driver attempted to take on the dirt road riddled with pot holes but our transport wasn't up to the challenge. When you get to the trail at the base of goat hill, we gazed up to see the stone structure merged into it's surroundings, and we just know your in for a treat.
With Antigua having 365 beaches, we thought we had found one to ourselves for the afternoon. That was until the locals turned up, this herd of goats were more than happy to share.
I meet Ony a local conch diver who was dividing his catch up ready for sale at the markets back in Saint John.
Nelson's Dockyard is filled with beautiful historical building and is remnant of the islands colonial past. We sat at a little table right beside this architectural time capsule and ordered a couple of drinks. Its crazy to think that two centuries have passed since Lord Nelson was here, I could imagine that he also enjoyed the local rum.
Just over the hill from English Harbour we found ourselves on this beautiful stretch of beach. We had planned to do some more exploring but the water was to inviting and we had an inkling that we could be in for a good sunset.
As I floated on the bays calm waters I watched the large, greyish haze move by above me, a young man who had been fishing earlier that day walk out towards the end of the pier on the beaches furthermost point. I wondered weathered he was going to try his luck again or call it a day due to the suns light being defused by this lingering haze In my amazement, the sky instantly turned yellow and the sun shone through the haze, it reflected on the water's surface turning everything to gold.
Here there was a mixture of local residents dwellings and beach side hotels, walking down the roads people would wave to you from there decks as the cooled off in the breeze. We made our way to the beach and found the perfect spot to watch the sunset.
Valley Church Beach
Deciding that we would visit at least one beach per day during our trip we had armed ourselves with a map, a bottle of local rum and a bag of ice. we selected a slice of coast that we believed would be absent of tourists. The local bus dropped us off at a side road and the driver said the beach we were looking for was a 5 minute walk down the dirt path. When we arrived at Valley Church Beach we had stumbled across a piece of paradise.
With the beach all to ourselves we swam and bathed in the sun whilst enjoying a few rums. It wasn’t long until the beach was full of laughter as a group of kids raced up and down the shore line, school was finished and it was time to have some fun. An hour or two passed when we heard a loud whistle came from a man at the end of the beach. The kids knew it was time to go home.