Friday, December 31, 2010

First Encounter of St. Lucian Rain

Over-fatigue from the trip made my sleep uneasy and full of dreams. Kenny woke up once and complained about a mosquito. We turned on the ceiling fan to ensure the mosquito cannot land on us. The tropical night was so warm that we gradually kicked off all the comforters and eventually slept under a single sheet. After a while, my tiring dreams stopped and I had a very restful sleep until 7.

We woke up to the sound of rain. Fast rhythm of dripping in the metal drainage pipe outside our balcony, coupled with the loud wave crashing to shore and the shrill songs of the blackbirds, was our perfect tropical wake up call. I walked out onto the balcony and took my first look in the daylight. By a streak of good luck, our room looks over the back garden of the hotel and is very peaceful and quiet. On this rainy morning, the mountains to the south were blurred by a grey mist and the whitecaps in the Atlantic were very pronounced. I sat down on the comfortable wicker chair and greedily inhaled the moist air - a blessing this Canadian doesn't take for granted.

A nice shower washed away any sleepiness and got me ready for the day. We wanted to experience a nicer dining environment and decided to try Toscanini's - the upscale Italian restaurant that serves breakfast and dinner. At night this restaurant requires reservation and formal attire - for men, that is. Amusingly, formal attire for ladies is a much more relaxed term: almost anything goes, except jeans. Men are not so lucky. They need to wear dress pants, dress shirts and closed-toed shoes. However, I think men's dress code reflects the necessary comfort - Toscanini's is heavily air-conditioned and on the previous night when we went to check it out, it felt like a meat fridge! I was prepared, wrapped in my warm pashmina shawl.

The restaurant looked charming with its dark wooden floor and large casement windows. It looked more British than Italian to me. The windows were dripping with condensation on the outside from the drastic temperature difference. We were greeted by very friendly staff who bent over backwards to accommodate all our whims. Kenny had smoked salmon Benedict which he raved about. I had two eggs with sausages and there was also a nice buffet with all sorts of fruits, cereal, fresh bake goods and juices.

Our waitress Julita is a cheerful St. Lucian who liked to chat. We found out from her the extensive damage Hurricane Tomas did to the island. It hit on October 31. It brought torrential rain which caused mudslides and eroded many roads. Hundreds of people lost their homes and some are still living in tents today. One family was killed when the mudslide washed out their the foundation of their house. On our way to the hotel, we saw the aftermath of the mudslide - naked earth on the side of the mountains.

After breakfast, we went out and explored the resort a bit. There is a piano bar right outside Toscanini's and Kenny was drawn to it immediately. Surprisingly the piano is too much out of tune. Kenny started to serenade me with the piece he played when we first met, Comme Premier Jour. I guess he was trying to kindle the Sandal's spirit - romanticism. And it worked quite well. I felt like we were dating again.


Kenny serenading in the Piano Bar


The Grande is a moderate-sized place with elegant decor. Even though the hotel was built in 2002, it is already seeing wear and tear, which testifies to both the popularity of this resort and the incredible corrosion of ocean air. It is located in a jutted-out point called Gros Islet. The front of the hotel faces a stretch of calm beach dotted by sailboats in the distance. The water is the usual turquoise blue, crystal clear - a signature of the Caribbeans.

At 11 am, we joined the orientation session provided by the concierge, where Lew showed a group of us around the resort. But for us, who have done an enormous amount of research over the Internet, grilled Lew the day before and explored earlier in the morning, the orientation was merely a review of information we already had. We lounged around a bit and ran into the Vancouver couple who took the helicopter with us, Mike and Shannon, both of whom work for the RCMP. They looked relaxed in their summer clothes, drinking Pitons at the bar. We had a good chat. They were not as happy with their room as they went for the basic room. But they had been promised a new room on Tuesday - as soon as other guests check out.

We took the shuttle to the Sandals Regency to drop off our golf clubs. The helicopter ride took us over the golf course on the way in and it looked hilly and well-manicured. We were eager to get a game in since we have not touched our clubs after September. There are 3 Sandals resorts on the island and the shuttle transports guests among them regularly throughout the day. The Halcyon resort is 20 minutes and the Regency is 40 minutes away.

The ride to the other resorts took us through St Lucia's capital, Castries. We became more silent as the ride went on. It is plain to see that many local people are not affluent. Shanty houses lined the roads, some so run down it is questionable if they are inhabitable at all! Their roofs covered with patches of corrugated pieces of asphalt felts and showed big gaps in between. The walls are made up of the same material and there are no proper doors or windows. Of course, there are well-built houses, too. But the route we traveled revealed more poverty than wealth.

Since the country is hilly, lots of houses are perched on long stilts sunk into the side of the mountains. It was truly amazing how they could withstand the hurricane and the mudslide. The fact that St Lucia is a developing country is apparent from the sights along the road. There are only a few modern buildings and all of them commercial. I am not sure where the wealthy islanders live. There is a surprising number of BMWs on the road though.

We first passed the Halcyon. It is a smaller resort with the feel of a boutique hotel. I noticed guests from the Halcyon are older. The Regency is the largest Sandals on the island. It is very modern, posh and spacious. Everything at the Regency is large, from the grounds, to the restaurants, even to the beach. The golf course is more a complimentary feature than a center piece at the Regency. There are only 9 holes and the pro shop is very small with a bright red roof.

We dropped off the clubs and took the next shuttle back to the Grande. As we approached the Grande, a torrential downpour hit the Northern tip and the island was immediately enshrouded in a cloak of greyness. We managed to get to Barefoot by the Sea without getting wet and picked a table by the ocean. Soon winds started to pick up and rain came down hard and was blown sideways into the covered restaurant. We kept moving further and further into the restaurant to avoid getting drenched. The sea and sky blurred into each other and world is filled with the rain song. We sat back with a cool Pitons beer and watched the rain coming down. The jerk chicken at Barefoot by the Sea was very spicy and wonderfully tasty, arguably the best jerk chicken I've ever had. To cool our taste buds, we decided to experience the much talked-about Josephine's, where specialty desserts can be found. The rain has chased away all the people on the beach and around the pool. Our kind waitress Claire offered to escort us to Josephine's with a large umbrella. It was not a long walk but we still got wet.

Josephine's has two sections. one indoors and one on a terrace outside. The room inside had AC cranked to the maximum and I didn't even want to spend one second browsing desserts. I quickly chose my dessert - a citrus vanilla cake. Kenny, being his usual dessert-loving self, chose the coconut tiramisu as well as the apple banana crepe. When we got our take-out order and ready to return to our room, the terrace outside was completely flooded. I had a pair of sandals but Kenny's leather deck shoes weren't so lucky. By the time we got back, we were soaked from head to toe!

Tropical rains are always sudden and strong, like its heat, its people and its spices. We sat back on our balcony, sipping cappuccino and savouring our desserts and marvelling at the huge sheets of white water hanging between heaven and earth.

That evening we dined at Toscanini's, the chilly Italian restaurant with the dark wooden floor. There was an antipasti buffet with cheese and salads. It was the first time I see Parmesan cheese served in chunks and presented in its original round block. Kenny ordered the fish of the day which was unfortunately over-cooked. I had seafood spaghetti and it was done to perfection! We finished the meal with custard penacotta and tiramisu.


Beautiful desserts @ Toscanini's

The night was still young after dinner so we sauntered into the billiard room. The room has two pool tables and a snooker table. Kenny is quite a pool shark so we took on the snooker. As usual he cleaned my clock! We retired to our room and tried hard to figure out how to set the best ambiance for our sleep. The night before we had left the balcony door open and Kenny was bitten by a mosquito. But if we shut the balcony door it would be too stuffy. There is a ceiling fan but when we put it on setting 1, it generated so much noise and chilled us to death. So the entire night was spent amidst fiddling with the door, the fan, the air conditioning and the returning mosquito. But at least we don't have to worry about dengue - we were told dengue is not a common disease in St. Lucia because there is not many stagnant water spots for the breeding of the dengue mosquitoes. So that night, we braved fed more blood to the same mosquito.

St Lucia Diary - Journey's Start

I have never been one who could overcome the excitement of a trip. I woke up at 1:30 this morning and just couldn't get back to sleep. After spending some time turning and tossing, I finally gave up and got out of bed. It was not a bad call as I was able to take a nice and long shower and get everything ready. The limo driver, Mo, arrived at 4:30 and we were still scrambling. Finally we headed out shortly after 5.

The roads were deserted at that time of the morning and we got to the airport with tons of time to spare - for security checks. Surprisingly what took the longest to examine was the golf bag. The security lady must have spent a good 15 minutes, going through the entire bag with a small piece of swab. I think it took her longer to examine the bag than it did for me to pack it! Going through security is always an unnerving experience and poor Kenny is particularly fazed by it. It is always amusing to watch him agonizing over all the stuff he needs to take off and set aside: belt, watch, pen, coins, shoes... In a fluster, he put his belongings in the top bin and started to move the entire stack forward, at which the guard snarled:"Sir, you only need one!" It took Kenny a full minute to understand what the guard meant! We all had a good laugh.

Our plane had to be de-iced as there was some precipitation the night before but it didn't delay us too much. We arrived in Toronto at 8:27. The airport is bustling on this Saturday morning and the long march to our destination gate was invigorating. Conveniently Kenny has a Maple Leaf card that gives us access to the lounge. I couldn't believe how packed the lounge was! The place was filled with traveling families this particular morning. After a nice yogurt and a hot cup of green tea, we felt rejuvenated. By 9:30, we were comfortably seated on the plane to St Lucia.

The flight is only 4 and 1/2 hours, one hour shorter than the flight to Barbados. The journey was smooth and I took the opportunity to watch The American - a very depressing film, not one of Clooney's best. In-flight refreshments were available for purchase for economy passengers. I must admit for paid food, the quality is not much better than what Air Canada used to offer for free. But then I guess the airlines are being squeezed by rising fuel prices. I secretly imagine the money they save from not serving free food would go towards fuelling the big birds.

We arrived at 3:48, 3 minutes past the scheduled landing time. We must have landed after a few other planes because there was a huge line-up at the immigration checkpoint. I checked time constantly for fear of missing our helicopter ride. The immigration agents were very efficient and the line moved forward swiftly. I did a quick scan of the friendliness of the agents. I think you can always tell how friendly a nation is by looking at the attitudes of their immigration officers - the first local people to greet you at the country's door. If the agents are surly and bad-tempered, it is probably a bad sign. But I saw friendly faces and smiles, which was reassuring. Not all Caribbean countries feature friendly people.

We went through in 20 minutes and by that time, our luggage had been unloaded and was waiting for us. We didn't miss the helicopter! I have never taken a helicopter before so when we were driven with two other couples to an open field, I wondered what they were planning to do with us in this large grassy open space that seemed to be deserted. Then I spotted a circle of dirt patch in the grass and realized that I was looking at the landing pad! In less than 5 minutes a white helicopter rose from behind the tall mountain peaks and came towards us. It certainly generated an astoundingly loud noise and a lot of wind. The 6 of us crowded into the bird and Kenny and I were lucky enough to get the front seats. We were given a headset each to protect our ears and enable us to hear what the pilot was saying. The bird lifted vertically into the air like a dragonfly and darted towards the looming clouds.

Riding on a helicopter is a very different experience than sitting on a plane. The heli is much smaller and therefore much nimbler. Turns and other manoeuvres are almost instant and can be felt so strong and clear. When it banks, it feels like one would drop out of the heli but for the door holding us in. There was a strong weather system that evening and our heli weaved in and out of thick rain clouds. Large drops of water pelted against the windshield as we flew through patches of showers.

From the air, we had a good glimpse of the island. The first word that came to mind was "mountainous". St Lucia looks like a large collection of peaks and gorges clothed in lush rain forests. Most houses sit on tall stilts sunk into steep slopes and flat land is a rare sight. The mountains look like they had been chiseled out of something, with their pointy peaks reaching towards the sky. Flanked by the Atlantic on the east and the Caribbean on the west, it looks like a beautiful emerald placed a piece of blue silk. The heli ride only took 15 minutes, by which time my guts were starting to churn from the drastic movements.



Happy to be off the helicopter at last!

From the smaller airport on the northern tip, the taxi ride to Sandals Grande is only 20 minutes. The cab driver told us his name is Peter. He was a cheerful local man who has spent 25 years in New York. He said he moved back to the island after the harsh NY winter in 95 and has never looked back. He was kind enough to stop by a local rum shop and got us each a local beer: Pitons - named after the famous twin peaks on the island. The beer tasted quite decent, not unlike the Banks beer we are so familiar with in Barbados.

Finally we arrived at Sandals Grande St Lucian around 5:40, located in Gros Islet. There was someone waiting for us to take us to the concierge office. We have booked an oceanview penthouse concierge room, which gave us access to concierge services. I have to say in all our travel experiences, we have found the extra money we pay to get to the concierge level rooms is always well worthwhile. We were greeted promptly and showed to our room by a nice young man named Lew.

Our room is located on the 3rd floor, overlooking the Atlantic shore and the beautiful tropical garden below. The room is spacious enough and has the Sandals-signature four-poster king-size bed with white linen sheers all around. We were horrified to feel the full air-conditioning in the room and rushed to turn it off. It has always been a mystery for me why anyone would travel to a tropical island and then stay in an air-conditioned room. As soon as we slid open the balcony doors, warm and sultry ocean air flooded in. Every time I come to a tropical place, I wonder why I live in Canada: I am just so happy in warmth and humidity.

The bathroom is not ultra modern but sufficient with granite counter top, double sinks and a clean tub and shower. Lew came in to check on us and I bombarded him with many questions about the resort and its amenities. Lew was most patient and only too eager to help. He answered all my tough questions and went off immediately to secure a romantic table for us at the Bayside restaurant for dinner that night.

The first thing Kenny wanted to do was not unpacking, but phoning the store to find out how business was for the day. There is a lot to be said about owning your own business - financial rewards, higher degree of control, freedom etc. But when you have your own business, you are NEVER off work. Thanks to Skype, we were able to talk to people in Canada for free. The wireless carrier market is highly monopolized in the Caribbeans and long distance phone calls are exorbitant at $3.25 per minute! A quick phone call quickly reassured Kenny that all business was still functioning properly without him - surprise, surprise!

The Bayside restaurant is a large open concept hall, beside the main pool. We got a great seat right beside the pool. The Sandals entertainment platform in the middle of the pool is romantically lit with neon lights and a guitar player was strumming love tunes on the platform. There was a light drizzle and warm droplets blew in from time to time. It was steak night and we ordered the couple's platter which was immensely satisfying - bee tenderloin grilled to perfection and melt-in-your- mouth tender, mahi-mahi, chicken breast, shrimp and scallops. What a great meal after eating plane food all day! The dessert buffet goes on forever - it was difficult for us to say no. After a wonderful meal, we were all satisfied and sleepy. We fell asleep quickly to the sound of the Atlantic waves and our favourite tree-frog songs, embraced by the moist and salty ocean air.


Sandals Grande at dusk, from the Concierge balcony