Anguilla
THE POOL AT FRANGIPANI BEACH CLUB
A spiritual experience
Writer Lynne Gordon gets a kiss from a dolphin at Anguilla’s Dolphin Discovery. Visit www.dolphinfantaseas.com
When representatives from the Tourist Board of Anguilla decided to hold a press conference in Toronto, I was fascinated to learn that the decision to develop Anguilla for tourism was made about 30 years ago. It had come out of a troubled past and the idea was to go slowly and not rush into development that couldn’t be controlled by government and locals. The dream was to maintain the existing tranquility and quality of life.
When I was invited to visit Anguilla, I said that I needed the freedom to “taste” the island both emotionally and physically. I wanted to make friends with the locals, many of who were born there, and hear their stories. I also wanted to see for myself a variety of sites that are so magnificently photographed in the promotional material and other official books of the Anguilla Hotel and Tourism Association.
A few amazing things happened when I reached the island. Right after a whirlwind trip of four days that was planned by the tourist board, Franklyn R. Richardson, left, the owner of Brod’s Taxi service and the driver, was to be my guide for the entire visit. What a blessing that was and what a great use of my short time on the island. He knew the people and the properties thoroughly and also had the imagination to take me to places I wanted to see off the beaten track and even off my planned itinerary. We started off on our adventure when he insisted I call him by his nickname “Brod” and I insisted he call me "Lynne".
FRANGIPANI BEACH CLUB The first place to go was to my host hotel: the Frangipani Beach Club, pictured above, built in an attractive Spanish Mediterranean style. I was ushered into the penthouse suite, which had a huge bedroom, living room and dining room, two marble baths, a fully equipped kitchen, laundry facilities, and surrounding balconies overlooking the turquoise ocean and crystal white-sand beaches. The very efficient manager, E. Valentin Davis, told me after I was rested that he would show me other units that consisted of one, two and three bedroom suites. There were also his restaurants, which served French Caribbean food, and a wine cellar featuring 200 bottles of wine. And then the beach and the tennis courts. Afterward, he recognized that I might need to rest and told me that I would be awakened the next morning with continental breakfast in my room. I very soon relaxed into the slower pace of the island and settled down to watch television, listen to music on the radio and stretch out on my king-size bed …and then I fell asleep in “my home.” Visit www.frangipaniresort.com
Brod showed up early to take me on tour. I will only be able to mention the places that I had time to experience. Since the island is only 16 miles long and three miles wide, it is easy to get around. This is especially true if you have a driver who knows how to navigate the dirt roads, which are mostly narrow two-lane roads, and you’re in an area where you always must remember to drive on the left.
SCILLY CAY ISLAND HARBOUR Scilly Cay Harbour is a gorgeous open-air panoramic view restaurant, and it’s only a five-minute free ferry ride from shore. Scilly Cay is open for lunch, but you can also spend the day sunbathing, swimming or snorkeling, or just relax under the many thatched roof-like huts along with a famous Scilly Cay rum punch. But be warned — it’s potent. The host Eudoxie also calls himself gorgeous and welcomes you with an embracing hug. Actually, I was treated to some seafood I had never eaten like the most delicious crayfish caught in the local waters, which is much sweeter and more delicate then even their excellent lobsters. Crayfish has no claws and no very hard shells to crack, so it’s easy to just pick out sweet hunks of the meat…but it’s mainly found in local waters, unless it can be exported. Visit www.scillycay.com.
Unexpectedly, I had time to dance again. Sprocka, Anguilla’s famous recording star, serenaded the guests with his romantic renditions on his guitar. I admit, I quietly started to dance close to my table so that I wouldn’t interfere with his entertainment. He saw me and stood up to play louder for me and beckoned me to come out on the dance floor. I did. I received warm applause from the other diners and my day was now perfect. What is clear is that all the properties, sports, beaches and festivals are open to everyone on the island no matter how little or how much you spend on your hotel, villa, guest house, apartment or condo. The people are like your neighbours, and since they haven’t been in tourism for such a long time, they consider themselves ambassadors of their homeland. I made some wonderful memories in Anguill.
Back home, I was showing the brochures to my then seven-year-old grandson Ethan, who asked “Is the sky really that blue, the ocean really that green, the beach that white and is the ocean safe?” When I replied “Yes, everything is true and someday I will take you there for your birthday to see for yourself.” Now would I lie to a child?
GETTING THERE Contact your travel agency or visit www.anguilla-vacation.com
