So with three days on the island, I would heartily recommend a few stops in the local rum shops with a side of water immersion.
Start with a walkabout on the beach path and main roadway around Holetown. I began my explorations early morning at low tide so that I could wade through shallow waters to walk the sanctified beach at Sandy Lane, sequestered by jutting rocks.
Going the other direction from The Club Barbados, you must do a little maneuvering along a rugged pathway until you reach a paved walk that takes you past flowering vegetation, mansions, and stretches of beach en route to Holetown.
By day a shopping destination, Holetown has everything from duty-free jewelry to local art and Cuban cigars for sale.
By night its First and Second streets liven up with music and bistro dining. Some newly made friends and I hit Lexy Piano Bar after dinner at Zacchio’s on the waterfront. The utmost entertaining owner, Broadway singer Alex Santoriello, gets the crowd pumped at Lexy.
The Mews and Elbow Room are other nightlife hotspots in town, especially come Friday and Saturday.
• Day Two: Expanding horizons
After enjoying the Holetown scene, plan the second day for an island tour to the east side. This will most likely take in the historic town of Speightstown, just up the coast from Holetown.
From there, the drive passes breathtaking scenery of sea, sugarcane fields, and black-bellied sheep at pasture.
Stop at Flower Animal Cave on the island’s northernmost point for a view of limestone cliffs being battered by near-violent Atlantic waves. You can explore the cave, but many tour guides don’t recommend it. Walk the cliff-top path instead, have a cold drink at the café, and visit the chattel shops and artisan stands.
Then it’s time for a rum shop stop. It was for me anyway.
The rum shop in the town of Bathsheba may be my favorite in all of Barbados. It looks out on the “Soup Bowl” beach known for its surfing and limestone formations.
In Bajan rum shops, if you want rum and coke, you buy a mini or flask bottle of rum and a bottle of Coke. The bartender gives you some ice. Bajans typically drink the rum with only a small squirt of cola.
I ordered a rum punch, because in my estimation, no one makes rum punches like they do in Barbados. The recipe follows the classic rhyme: one of sour (lime juice), two of sweet (simple syrup), three of strong (rum, of course), and four of weak (water and ice). A dash of Angostura bitters and grated nutmeg, and it’s complete.
En route to Bathsheba, rum-lovers may want to stop in at Nicholas Abbey. The 350-year-old plantation manor produces its own small-batch rum for visitors to sample as part of the tour.
If you’re game for a taxi ride to the island’s most highly touted after-dark rummy scenes, head either to the locals’ party known as Fish Fry in Oistins or to the smart clubs of St. Lawrence Gap. Local “boogie” buses will take you there for a few Bajan dollars (tied to the American dollar — two Bajan to one American).
• Day Three: Capital Bridgetown and swimming with turtles
The following day I took a taxi to capital Bridgetown. Despite the fact that a cruise ship was in port, I found the town to be more islander-servicing than touristy, just as I had remembered.
I walked the pedestrian and vehicular bridges that give the city its name, explored the riverside craft market, and walked the streets admiring the churches and peeking into a few shops. I was wishing for more time in the vicinity to hit Brown Sugar Restaurant, my favorite for local cuisine, and to make another visit to the Mount Gay Distillery, the Caribbean’s oldest.
But the turtles were calling me in a sea-transmitted telepathy that watered down my appetite for rum. The Club Barbados offers the short cruise northward to Turtle Bay daily, and I did not want to miss the boat.
The fact that the boat captains throw fish in the water to attract the turtles may be a little less than environmentally correct, but it does the trick.
Eventually five super-sized leatherbacks (they can grow to be nine feet long) circled the boat with our group of snorkelers. The experience was so overwhelming, one woman cried. Most of us giggled in sheer delight at interacting with such an ancient and endearingly enduring species.