easide shacks serve drinks and conch at lounge chairs scattered like seashells. We park at the modest pier that points to my destination on the horizon: Nevis. From here I can see Mount Nevis; there always seems to be a halo of clouds resting atop the mountain like a crown. The sun on my face is a welcome break from the day of travel, and as I await my boat, I enjoy watching someone attempt to take flight with a water-propelled jet pack.
My water taxi soon arrives and the captain helps me aboard. I ask how long the ride is and he hands me a Carib beer, saying, “About that long.” Sounds just fine to me! The engines kick in and I take a seat to watch the show as our wake cuts through the sea and the beach disappears from view. I sip the beer and feel the wind on my face: This is definitely the best taxi ride from an airport I’ve ever had.
“…NEVIS IS THE ULTIMATE PLACE FOR ALL BIKING ENTHUSIASTS.”
A driver greets me at the dock on tiny Nevis, where we step onto the sand of the island’s lone “port.” We drive along the coast past an airport with a scenic oceanfront runway and plenty of grazing area for the local goats. Driving along the jagged cliffs I see signs reading “monkey crossing,” and we pass a pack of donkeys – I am truly away from it all!