Exploring Barbuda, Part Two

After a very pleasant fish lunch at a restaurant in Codrington, Dilly drove us across the island to Two Foot Bay (he doesn't know why it's called that). There are some amazing caves here, including one you can climb up and through to come out on top of the Highlands. Our sandals, sadly, were not equal to the task, so we consoled ourselves with wandering about through the lower caves and enjoying the beautiful beach with its view out over the Atlantic.

WW and Jordy in the Two Foot Bay caves on Barbuda.

Dilly at the caves.

I had wanted to visit a place called the Darby Sink Hole, but Dilly said it would be a half-hour hike and time was getting on, so we were unable to visit this natural bowl containing a mini rain forest. One day.

We began the return to Django, stopping for ice and limes. The limes we picked from a tree in Dilly's sister's garden. Did I mention, the Barbudans we met were among the friendliest, most helpful and most outgoing people we've ever had the pleasure to encounter?

As we headed back to Django, Dilly turned the taxi off onto a little-used track and stopped it by an unfinished and derelict hotel complex. He led us through a bit of scrub to an amazing beach. It is pink. It is not, however, as I have read from time to time, because it has pink sand. The pink comes from thousands of tiny shells washed up by the sea. Beautiful.

The pink "sand" beach.

The pink "sand".

With that, our tour of Barbuda was ended and all that remained was to return to Django, much taken with this tiny, out-of-the-way island and its people.