Caribbean

By Larry Olmsted “I hear from clients all the time, today, who think the entire region is decimated, no power, nothing open, no flights,” said one of the thousands of luxury travel advisors attending the annual Virtuoso conference in Las Vegas two weeks ago told me, shaking his head in

By Cathie Arquilla  I looked like a rainforest tribal priestess about to do an exotic dance. My body was painted head to toe in mud. This lava mud “treatment” was the last thing we did on a day filled with St. Lucian adventure. It started with a catamaran sail that

By Gary Walther Some luxury hotels have a double identity. They promote the alluring side, and they scarcely mention the other side, which sometimes has its own allure. Case-in-point: One of THD’s favorite hotels in the world, the Cheval Blanc St-Barth Isle de France. (That very long name? The Cheval

by Gary Walther The Hotel Detective hears lots of stories in his line of work, but three weeks ago, sitting next to Richard Branson at dinner on Necker Island, his private-island Caribbean resort, which has just reopened, he heard a great one. Do you remember the hit record Tubular Bells?

    Story & photos by Barnaby Conrad III   “Permit,” said Mambo. “Three o’clock.” We stood on a coral flat ten miles off the coast of Belize, staring into the shallow water. The guide’s dark hand pointed to the glassy surf caressing the edge of the flat. “Twenty pound,”

by Ian Keown “Noel Coward patted me on the knee and said ’Dear boy, if only you’ll stop going on about your damned cottages, I’ll buy one of them‘.” The Honorable John Pringle, OJ, CBE, a courtly octogenarian with a properly plum-y English accent, was recalling his encounter with the

By David McKay Wilson Biking in Bermuda is not for the faint-hearted. The roads are narrow, with hedge rows and rock walls at times flush with the pavement’s edge. But on a three-day jaunt in late November to the 21-square-mile speck of British colonial land in the mid-Atlantic, we discovered

By Ian Keown “Love at first sight” – it’s a phrase you hear many times on a jaunt through the Samana Peninsula of the Dominican Republic.  On a recent week-long visit I heard it from expatriates hailing from France, Germany, Spain, the Azores, the Basque Country, Toronto and Colorado.  Travelers,

Stay at these under-$200-a-night hotels and you won’t have to run up a scary tab for taxi fares every time you head out to dine, drink, dive or shop  by Ian Keown Let’s say you’re on a tight budget but you’ve found a great deal on a hotel.  Whoopee!, you

A day of sun, sea and sand doesn’t mean giving up fine dining at these gourmet beachside restaurants