In the Caribbean, the sea never keeps the same color. Sometimes a pale blue, almost green. The next moment, darker, catching the sun in its shifting reflections. The sand stays warm long after sunset. Fishermen pull in their boats, speaking softly, a dog at their heels. Offshore, a tiny sail drifts, almost lost.
Each island tells a different story. In Havana, you hear an old engine rumble, then a trumpet cutting through everything. Further on, in Bridgetown, the air smells of rum and ginger. The markets are tight and lively, baskets of mangoes, bananas, a bit of everything. Colors splash across walls, shirts, even the shadows.
By evening, the air shifts. Cooler, but always salty. You walk without really knowing where, pausing at a pier. The water barely moves. Voices carry, a laugh, then another. In those moments, time seems less important, as if slipping somewhere else.
Below you’ll find our tour guides in Caribbean, ready to help you discover each country.