The sign on the side of the road got me. It was black, and hand-painted.
“Bar on the Beach.”
That’s not a sign I can easily refuse.
And, unsurprisingly, I was quickly rewarded, here on one of the most intriguingly-named beaches in the Caribbean.
For starters, it’s cool here. No, the mercury reads somewhere in the 90s.
But here on Jabberwock Beach (yes, like the creature from Lewis Carroll’s poem, or, referentially, the later Monty Python film) on the northern coast of Antigua, the wind never stops — and in the corner, behind the dunes, it’s wonderfully breezy.
Thi...
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