By Everett Potter Back in the 1950’s, a former British naval intelligence officer named Ian Fleming would decamp to Jamaica for a couple of months each winter. Now a budding novelist, he would knock off a new thriller in eight or 10 weeks before returning to London. Thus was James
By Everett Potter Tourism is the lifeblood of the Caribbean but the coronavirus pandemic has sealed off the region and it remains off-limits to travelers. The good news is that lockdown in the islands has resulted in relatively few cases of COVID-19. “The Caribbean islands reacted early and swiftly to
By Everett Potter There are a handful of small private island resorts scattered off the coast of Belize, the ultimate getaways for beachgoers seeking peace and quiet in a stunning tropical setting. Seasoned beachgoers like to say that these islands are the way that much of the Caribbean used to
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?
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