Island life on Caribbean island of Nevis

If one could bottle and sell the moment I saw a bank cashier and security guard laugh so hard (while at work) that the latter collapsed on the floor in a contorted heap, this island would be far more known than it is.

Maybe it was the hammock on the veranda of the police station in Gingerland or the parked car in the middle of the main street in Charlestown but within 24 hours of being on Nevis I knew the place was, er, a little different to any country I’d ever visited.

People talk and they talk for long, long spells at a time. They stop and park in the street (hence the aforementioned four-car tailback in the island’s main town) and nothing, it seems, is as important as conversation. If it was, someone might have honked to get a shove on up there… “Where-you-a-go-a”, is a common line spoken here in a long unbroken sentence. In Nevisian tongue it translates to, ‘How are you, where are you off to, how was last night and what’s on where you’re going now’.