Nevis is one of those islands that just never occurred to me to visit. Don’t get me wrong: I’m the type of person who wants to visit anywhere I haven’t been before—well, other than China; I never had a desire to go there, and then found myself in Shanghai and it was pretty much just as I expected—but two seconds on the Caribbean island made me wonder why it hadn’t been higher on my list (or rather, on my list at all).
Our Star Clippers tender let us off in Charlestown, which might as well have been uninhabited. On Sundays, everything is closed. It would have taken too long to get over to neighboring St. Kitts by ferry. So, alongside Carol and Steve—who had been to the island a handful of times before—we wandered along the beach in search of Internet (them) and a pool and lounge chairs (us) at the Four Seasons Nevis.
It took us the better part of half an hour, sloughing through the sand, monkeys twittering about in the trees that flanked the coast. When we got to the resort’s domain, there was a path that led from the sand up to the pool There was virtually nobody there. SVV and I claimed a table and a lounger.
We were immediately approached by a pair of employees, who asked our room number. I thought they were going to kick us out when I confessed we weren’t actually guests. But they didn’t. They brought us a bar menu instead, and we promptly ordered cocktails and an appetizer.
I’ve stayed in many Four Seasons resorts—from high up in the mountains of Vail to perched above the Opera House in Sydney—and this one was just as nice as all the rest, yet more laid back. The infinity pool was awesome, with beanbags that floated, and I could have spent days just chilling poolside here. But a full day of nothingness turned into three hours at the Four Seasons turned into time to go to catch the last tender, and suddenly our afternoon was over.
We trekked back up the beach and caught a ride with the Star Clippers‘ sports team on their zodiac back to the ship and enjoyed the beautiful view Nevis afforded from the water.
There are islands we visited that I don’t feel the need to ever return to (see: St. Maarten, Guadeloupe)—and then there’s Nevis. Next time, I think I’ll pair her with a few days on her other, bigger half, St. Kitts, but the point is not if but “when,” as there will be a next time.
If you’d like to visit the Four Seasons Nevis for your next Caribbean vacation, drop me a line at Kristin (at) GroupTrekTravel (dot) come, and I’ll hook you up.