The East Coast of Barbados, particularly up north, is wild and reminds me a little of Scotland. The hills are hillier and the Atlantic is much rougher than the Caribbean. The beaches are still quite beautiful but the only people in the water are surfers.


Dad and I took an excursion one day and explored the Atlantic coast and some of the little villages in the North. This was a high point on a hill right before a historic (17th Century) Great House that was buried in a dense forest of Mahogany. This alley cut through the trees was almost like a tunnel.