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Puerto Rican isle is under the radar, but not for long
Puerto Rican isle is under the radar, but not for long
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It's 12 p.m. and I'm being driven to the tiny Culebra airport by Carlos who manages the hotel I've been staying at. In about 30 minutes my plane takes off. I'm a little stressed. But I take my cue from Carlos who's chill. The airport is eight minutes away. Carlos even suggests doing a little sightseeing on the way.
But, then, at the entrance to the hotel, he spots Jose "Chiwy" Rivera, the hotel's gardener and, Carlos tells me, one of the island's foremost fishermen. "You have to see this guy. He can catch anything with his hands. Last week my wife saw an octopus and Chiwy fished it for her."
He suggests asking Rivera to demonstrate his skill to me.
The fisherman agrees, and hops in the car. So instead of sightseeing en route to the airport, Carlos steers his ATV toward a hidden dirt road minutes from the hotel that leads to a gorgeous rocky cove.
On the way Chiwy modestly tells me, "I can catch lobster with my hands. Here in Culebra the lobsters don't have claws."
We get out and the fisherman and I slink into the water. I dive under water and with my mask watch him in action. My plane is leaving in, like, 25 minutes and I've just begun a dip in the sea.
Chiwy nabs a bonefish, I think he said, in the time it takes to come up for breath, holds it up for me to see and before I know it we're back in the car.
That kind of spontaneous adventure is typical of Culebra, the 11-square-mile island, 27 kilometres off "mainland" Puerto Rico. Culebra is the quintessential off the beaten path, laid-back island paradise. Those who know it say that Culebra has some of the most beautiful beaches in the Caribbean. Add low prices, an uncultivated beauty and unexpected experiences such as bumping into a someone who'll nab a lobster for your dinner, and it's under-the-radar days are surely numbered.
I arrived in Culebra via a puddle jumper after a week in San Juan and a weekend in Vieques, a nearby island I thought was low key until I got to Culebra.
Over several days I explored Culebra's deserted and stunning, if facilities-lite, beaches, each with its own attributes and set of challenges to get to. At times I was accompanied by locals. Otherwise, I tooled around the island on the preferred method of transport of visitors: an electric golf cart.
Culebra's most famous playa is Flamenco Beach. The crescent shaped stretch of powdery white sand and translucent turquoise water on the northwest side of the island has become a fixture on Caribbean's Best Beaches lists.
I arrived at Flamenco late afternoon to a beach so empty it looked like it had been closed for the day. It was, sort of. The day trippers had just left, the owner of one of the nearby colourful food kiosks selling island specialities told me. "They come and leave with the ferry."
The ferry shuttles them from Fajardo on the isla grande or main island as Puerto Rico is known. The ride takes approximately two hours, and costs about $2. During spring break/holy week, Culebra attracts Puerto Rican university students who I hear sometimes sleep in front of Fajardo's ticket office to make sure they get a place on the ferry. (Though this might also be because the ferry has a reputation for unreliability.) But with miles of beach, even on holidays Flamenco is not crowded.
Today, though, I shared the beach with exactly three people, and a few of the 50,000 Sooty Terns that nest on Peninsula Flamenco.
I stretched out on my patch of sugar-white sand. After the last bit of heat had been squeezed out of the afternoon sun, I walked down the beach wondering why such a perfect place would not be full of high rise hotels.
Mystery solved when I saw a rusty, graffiti-covered military tank in the middle of the beach, a little way down.
Until 1973 Culebra was an aerial bombing site for the U.S. Navy. While the military presence was hardly popular, it did have the side effect of keeping developers at bay. This tank, an eyesore on the beach, was left as a monument to its past, but also, I supposed optimistically, a warning for the future: "The military presence saved Culebra from rampant overdevelopment. Keep it that way."
Later I had an appointment to tour more of its stunning beaches with Cecilia Rodriquez. Cecilia, originally from San Juan, now owns, with her husband, the island's only luxury inn, the Club Seabourne.
I showered quickly in the outdoor facilities in the campground behind Flamenco beach. Wild chickens were closing in on me as I stood under the drip drip shower.
I met Cecila in front of the food kiosks and we headed off. I saw how easy it is to navigate the island; the island has only two roads, albeit heavily potholed. Getting to specific beaches is harder; most are accessed via overgrown dirt paths and a lot of hiking from where we parked. |
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