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A view of the larger St. Kitts from a quiet beach on the leeward side of Nevis, where life is slower.

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St. Thomas’ Lowland Church, built around 1643, is the oldest on the island and is said to be the oldest Anglican church in the Caribbean.

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Nevis takes it easier than big sister St. Kitts

  • Article by: Necee Regis
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  • November 1, 2013 - 5:22 PM

It begins even before I clear customs in St. Kitts, a sense that Nevis is an island apart from others in the Caribbean.

A guy with a guitar slung on his back starts chatting with people beside me in the queue, and before long, I’m in a three-way conversation, learning where to hear live music, which restaurants are closed on Mondays, and where to find trails leading to newly discovered waterfalls. (Hike up from the prison.)

In Nevis, everyone knows everyone, or so it seems, and they’re happy to share news, gossip and helpful information.

Nevis (pronounced “NEE-vis”), 6 miles wide by 8 miles long, is the smaller of two sister islands, former British colonies that make up the Federation of St. Kitts and Nevis. Located in the leeward portion of the Caribbean’s Lesser Antilles, both islands have lush foliage, dormant volcanoes and uncrowded beaches, though Nevis, population 12,000, is quieter and less developed than its big sis.

Revealing Nevis as my destination to other travelers is like sharing a secret handshake in a club where those who love beach casinos, bars with DJs and night life turn one way as they exit the airport, remaining in St. Kitts, while the rest of us hop into cabs to the ferry. Crossing the 2-mile channel to Nevis, we arrive at a destination with one sleepy harbor town and more than 50 churches, where wild sheep and donkeys roam freely, an island reported to have more vervet monkeys than people.

“Nevis offers a distinctive sense of disconnect, which I think is so difficult to find in today’s global world,” said Nancy Beckham, a former Nevis resident whom I met in Miami. “No buildings are higher than a coconut palm, there aren’t many vehicles, the people are educated and kind, the surroundings are lush and green, and there’s plenty to explore, including wonderful historical ruins that have disappeared from other Caribbean islands.”

For a recent visit — my second in five years — I lured my pal Libby down from Portland, Maine, with promises of swimming, touring, cocktail imbibing, eating and lounging in the sun. Call it Lollygagging 101.

Arriving at our hotel, Montpelier Plantation & Beach, Libby and I were greeted by Ziggy, a friendly, honey-colored hound dog. Javier Stanley, a bartender with an oval face and a thousand-watt smile, served us a welcoming rum punch in a tall chilled glass.

“Nevis is simple, subtle,” he said. “There’s not too much hustle and bustle.”

Settling into island life was as easy as kicking off our shoes. After our cocktail and a dip in the pool, we took a taxi to Lime, a rustic beachside restaurant and bar with wood floors and a porch looking out at the stars. There we sighed over crisp tania (an island root vegetable) fritters, watermelon and feta cheese salad, and grilled grouper, sautéed onions and pickles folded in a flour tor­tilla. We washed it all down with a cold Carib beer.

Montpelier sits high on a mountain slope, near the often cloud-shrouded Nevis Peak (3,232 feet), and offers partial views of the distant windward shore. (The hotel offers daily shuttle service to a private beach on the leeward side.) Swimming backstroke in the pool, watching clouds skitter through the cerulean sky, I was acutely aware of being on an island afloat in a vast, pale green sea.

Slipping out of the pool and into a robe, I padded to the adjacent veranda, where Libby was sipping her morning coffee. Over a full Nevisian breakfast — farm-fresh eggs, local pork sausage and French toast with nutmeg and island honey — we met Dr. Erin Moore and his wife, Kara Wanchick, from Jacksonville, Fla. This was their fifth visit to the island since they’d gotten married on Montpelier’s beach three years earlier.

“If you come to Nevis, come with a sense of adventure,” said Moore, who showed me his Nevis driver’s license, a square pink card ($25).

Moore and Wanchick like to explore the island by Jeep, finding small coves and beaches each time they return. He recommended renting a car through the hotel ($50 a day) rather than directly through rental companies ($75 to $125 a day).

Neither Libby nor I felt comfortable driving “English style” — on the left side of the road — so we asked the hotel to hire a driver for a day of touring. Alston Smithen, a k a “Champ,” arrived in his dusty, trusty passenger van, and we set off to circumambulate the island at a leisurely pace.

Sleepy towns

Champ’s lilting voice provided a backdrop to our tour. We stopped at the remains of the New River Estate Sugar Mill, the last operating sugar mill on the island (closed in the 1950s), where sunlight filtered through vines partly covering a crumbling chimney and the rusting gears of steam-driven cane crushers.

We made a pit stop for sunscreen in the capital city of Charlestown, where street names such as Prince William and Prince Charles recall the British colony, and the more quirkily named Featherbed Alley and Upper Happy Hill Drive made me smile.

“In Charlestown, everything closes at 5 p.m.,” said Champ. “It’s like a ghost town.”

Night life

Night life on the island consists of a rotating schedule of special dinners — pig roasts, West Indian barbecues, seafood grills — sponsored by hotels, plantation inns and bars, many times featuring live local string bands or Calypso music. On Friday nights, the Water Department sponsors a cookout with chicken, ribs, music and beer.

Charlestown is celebrated as the birthplace of Alexander Hamilton, a U.S. Founding Father and first secretary of the Treasury, and his family home has been reconstructed as a museum. A lesser-known fact is that in the 17th and 18th centuries, Charlestown was home to Sephardic Jews expelled from Brazil who were active participants in the sugar cane growing and processing industry. In the Jewish cemetery, grave markers bear inscriptions carved in Hebrew, English and Portuguese.

A visit to Nevis isn’t complete without sampling a Killer Bee rum punch at Sunshine’s Beach Bar & Grill. Sunshine himself served us conch fritters with a side of his special hot sauce. We hid from the heat of the day under jaunty saffron-hued umbrellas, watching kayakers paddle past as the house monkey chugged a beer. (“Come take a photo with the monkey 5 U$,” read the sign on the cage.) Reggae music played, palm trees swayed, the warm turquoise sea beckoned, and life was pretty much perfect.

“You realize this is a complete fantasy,” I said to Libby.

“Yes,” she answered. “That’s why we travel. Real life is tedious enough.”

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