Most visitors to Barbados (me included) stay on the west coast of this stunning and pristine Caribbean island and rightly so. Its tranquil waters, beautiful sandy beaches and the opportunity to swim with sea turtles is most definitely a big draw that I can never question. After spending a good few days exploring this area, I decided to go on my own little adventure and discover more about the ‘wild’ Atlantic east coast that had always intrigued me.
Visiting Animal Flower Cave
After a heart breakfast of grapefruit and bacon (not together) 🙂 I decided to head straight to the north-east of the island, a short forty minute drive from the east coast to check out ‘Animal Flower Cave’, which really gave me a stunning perspective of the power of the Atlantic. I must have spent a good ten minutes just staring at the crashing waves and awesome power of the ocean – I probably looked a little silly, but honestly the scenery was captivating.
The caves itself is family owned and costs around £6GBP ($9USD) to enter, which is worth it for the view alone – there is no need to book online and just rock up and pay at the restaurant.
Sharing Some Shade with a Goat or three…
After my walk around Animal Flower Cave, It became blisteringly hot in the mid-day sun, so I decided to catch a little shade with these adorable goats that were willing to share 🙂
A vista across the east coast
After my quick pit-stop in Animal Flower Cave, I whizzed off onto the eastern road heading south, crossing St. Nicholas Abbey and stopping on Mount Stepney to grab a refreshing cool coconut, with a cheeky rum inside 🙂 The view was stunning, lush green grass, the rolling fields of The Savannah and the breathtaking Melvin Hill in the distance.
Stumbling upon the Morgan Lewis Windmill
After my ‘potent’ coconut water, somehow by accident, I stumbled across the Morgan Lewis Windmill – one of only two intact working windmills in the Caribbean (the other being in stunning Antigua… let’s see if Yaya finds it while he’s there!). The windmill itself is situated in the Scotland District of Barbados… apparently named as many of the first British colonialists felt that the east coast of Barbados reminded them of Scotland – how, I’m not sure?!? Do you see it? The only thing I could imagine was the similarity between the crashing waves and rocky hills… though, I could be completely off the mark 🙂
Once I left the Scotland District, I headed straight towards Bethesda Beach, which is famed for its small fishing village, natural bathing pools and dramatic rock formations that tower over the beach itself.
fishing like a local
Rather than spend too long in the glaring sun (I’m afraid I’m not very good at sun-bathing, my pale British skin seems to go a beautiful shade of cherry red if I stay out too long, even with a factor 30 sunblock) I decided to take a stroll across the town and met with some local fishermen who taught me how Bethesda residents fish (and live off) the seas 🙂 It was a stunning end to the day and one that I won’t forget for a very long time!
A final tipple in this rum house
Oh yes! I nearly forgot… I had one more cheekily
little big rum before I left! 🙂