Union Island feels like an outpost of St. Vincent and the Grenadines and it really is. Its one of the islands furtherst South, far away from any cruiseships, big airports or mass tourism.
Union Island was the place in the Caribbean that I had been looking forward to the most. People have told me that its the most chill place ever and that people who are supposed to be just passing theough end up staying there for ages. That is why I had set off most time og all Carribbean Islands, but already after two nights I am starting growing a bit tired of it.
Personally I think the place is way too segregated. It is a very local island, but the North Part of the Island by the Airport is occupied by kiteboarders living in their own little bubble which was a bit sad to see.
It has been nice though, just hang out at the Kiteboarding Beach, watching the kiteboarders go from dawn until dusk, jumping over the reef, sandbanks and even the small floating bar called “the Happy Island”. Also there is lots of places to go on day trips like Mayreau and the Tobago Keys which I stopped at with the sailboat on my way here from Bequia.
Staying with John in Bequia, I got to meet his friends Paul and Cathy who was running a tour company called Island Time Bequia where they had a sailboat with Capitain Irwin for rent. They had a trip scheduled for the next day and invited me to come along when I told them that I was heading South. A better oportunity I think I have hardly come accross- the place was absolutely stunning!
We had a smooth sail at about four hours going not much more than five knots before we reached the Keyes. We had our lunch sandwiches watching lots of turtles swim by before we got into the water with our snorkeling gear to join them. The water was crystal clear and although this area was full of sailboats, the five islands that make up the Tobago Keys were quite empty with clean beaches and clear water.
John and the rest had planned to spend the night in a small and quiet island called Mayreau whereas I had an arrangement of meeting a Danish friend over at Union Island so they dropped me off at Mayreau to look for boats there. I didnt have to spend more than an hour at Sailine Bay, which had a long, completely empty beach, before a school boat came which said I could get a ride over to Union Island.
Sailine Bay in Mayreau where you can catch rides to the rest of the Grenadines.
I arrived in busy Kingstown, St Vincent early morning and jumped straight on the ferry to Bequia (pronounced Backway) which by the way was an old Norwegian ferry where all the information, even emergency information still was writen in Norwegian. Once I was in Bequia I was overwhelmed by the change of pace.
I soon realized that this place was something I had been looking for all along. It had the right amount of development, it was accessible enough from the capital, it was not too busy with its 5000 inhabitants and it was affordable enough compared to other Grenadines like Mystique where only celebs and hedgefund managers where living. People all greeted me, no matter if they were locals, retired westerners who had moved there or tourists. There were both cheap local and fine restaurants to dine in and it things seemed to get done even though it was a slow pace of life.
I got to camp in the garden of a retired Irishman called John a couple of nights and spent the days relaxing on the beautiful beaches near Port Elizabeth called Princess Margaret Beach and Lower Bay. After having visited 148 countries this is the first time that I have said that this was a place I could easily retire.