The Eastern Caribbean island of Barbados was, for me, the one that got away. It’s somewhere I’ve always wanted to visit but, in the same way I generally shun a film if everyone tells me I must go to see it (such a rebel), Barbados always felt – well – a bit populist. So, I’d never been.
Until now. And it’s safe to say, I’m now regretting every single wasted year of my past when I haven’t visited this incredible island.
Landing with my crew in the capital, Bridgetown, after our 81/2-hour flight I realised that two other jumbos had landed within 10minutes of us. Hearing the ‘queue’ klaxon sounding alarmingly loud in my ears, and fearing the snake of a line that loomed in front of us, I anticipated a good hour of waiting. Like most kids, if there’s one thing my eight-year-old son, Akira, doesn’t love about travelling, it’s waiting in line. I'm with him – who does? As a parent who travels a lot, a customs line is one of the sights guaranteed to make my ‘Are we nearly there yet, Mum?’ heart beat that little bit faster.
Then, just as I was gearing up for a sweaty hour of I-spy and ‘Who’s rocking the best Trunki?’ (not a classic, but desperate times and all that), a knight in shining armour marched purposefully towards us with a name board – sporting our names! In that moment, I could easily have busted out some Ri