Article and photos by John Griffith
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Need some exercise? Go for a rum.
For an island that brews one of the world’s finest spirits (Mount Gay Rum) it’s not a little ironic that its most famous son is called Sobers. Barbados is not an island for alcoholic temperance or indeed temperance of any kind yet here I am returned, almost intact, from ten days of sunshine and pepper sauce with a cheeky Easter holiday under the belt.
I took my Newton shoes (bit of a statement) but I only did one run as the roads and beaches are not conducive. What I did do was swim with turtles, dance at the Oistins weekly fish fry on Friday night, mono-ski (yeah-man, still got it), eat for England (Lobster at “Lobsters Alive”) and of course drink to Olympic standards whilst trying to maintain a sense of decorum.
The North Point gives you a grandstand view of Atlantic rollers crashing into the cliffs below. You can stand in safety to watch waves the size of cathedrals do battle with menacing black cliffs. Each swell is like a line of double-decker buses, six abreast, driving headlong into Westminster Abbey. Awesome is too small a word.
|Spectacular breakers at North Point|
|Mahoganies warping the pavement along Highway 1|
The hill we chose to attack went on forever and to be honest, not knowing the area well or whether we could loop back we stopped and turned around after 3k or so. But the views of along the white sandy west coast from several stopping points are spectacular and worth the climb.
You have to love this island and its people; it’s more than beautiful and proud of its heritage. Despite being a poor spot for runners I was made more than welcome and I left wanting more.