
Sunday morning and I’m a little sluggish after the Jump Up the night before at Frangipani’s.
But you would not want to miss Matins at the Anglican church (with its powder-blue shutters and stained-glass windows which Bob Dylan once admired when he was here overseeing a boat that was being made for him) in the capital Port Elizabeth.
Mind you, the service can go on for four hours in true evangelical fashion — although people seem to come and go as they please. Jesus has a presence on Bequia — pronounced ‘Beckwy’ by the way.
Sundowner: The evening skies over the beach at Port Elizabeth on Bequia, which is part of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines
One of the water taxis that takes you round to Lower Bay is called ‘Praise him!’; another goes by the name of ‘Forgive and forget’, which might not be strictly biblical but you get the point.
Bequia is part of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines in the Caribbean.
It’s a mere seven square miles, with a population of fewer than 5,000. The posh place to stay is Bequia Beach Hotel on Friendship Bay, where a Swedish lawyer, Bengt Mortstedt, let his heart rule his head a few years ago and built a 60-room resort that most people at the time thought was an act of folly. It has worked out just fine.
Before lunch, I’ll take a dip on Princess Margaret Beach, possibly the best beach in the Caribbean, before a plate of jerk chicken and sweet potato fries in town.
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