The tears started to build in my eyes as the rugged road battered our cars suspension. ‘It will be worth it’ Alex, our driver-come-new-best-friend called from upfront, ‘It’s my favourite beach in Dominica’.
It wasn’t the dirt-track or bumpy journey that was getting to me though; it was a glance at my watch and the realisation that, in a few hours, we would be saying goodbye to this precious island. The time was fast approaching to board a small twin-prop and leave this wild, rugged, beautiful nation that had stolen my heart.
It’s been a while since I’ve been somewhere that made me cry on goodbye, but The Commonwealth of Dominica had got me good. Places like this are not only rare but why I fell in love with travelling. Incredible landscapes, friendly faces, untouched nature and that feeling of discovering something special. It’s not like it had taken a while to grow on me either; my love for this country had started just moments after our arrival.
‘Honking is good; honking is friendly’ Alex shouted over the rhythm of his horn, as our vehicle climbed up into the mountains and passed waving villagers, a short toot greeting each person back. Behind us, the tiny airport faded into the distance, as rainforest and river coated landscapes enveloped us.
We stop suddenly, killing the engine of the car to better hear the Parrot calling at the side of the road. With fresh lemongrass in our hands and a light sprinkling of rain, I felt a world away from the flat white beaches of Antigua where we had spent our stopover.
I’d been in Dominica for less than thirty minutes, and I already felt at one with nature. You don’t have to go looking for mother nature’s most exceptional work here; it’s everywhere and all-encompassing. This is why the locals proudly call their home the nature island.