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Sketches of a Sister Island

Tobago's Summer Serenity


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As with most sibling pairs, Trinidad tends to outshine Tobago as a premier destination for bliss and bacchanal. Trinidad’s Carnival, Trinidad’s Steel Drum Bands, Trinidad’s Rum Shops, Trinidad’s multi-ethnic mélange of beautiful faces—how could poor little Tobago possibly compete? Well, ultimately the answer to this query may lie in the expectations and desires of those fortunate enough to grace Tobago’s shores. Quite simply, what do you expect your journey to the West Indies to yield? If you’re in the market for memories of all night fetes and days filled with cosmopolitan comforts, Trinidad might be your best bet. But if you’re tired of pursuing the party-life and you’re looking to recharge your battery in an exclusive hideaway, Tobago is the haven you seek. ¶ With a West Indian gem like Tobago, showing is always better than telling. Can words really capture the warmth of the local family that welcomes you into their home as if they’ve known you for years? Can haughty turns of phrase catalogue the visceral serenity that cascades over you as you sit alone on one of Tobago’s uncharted beaches? No rhetoric can reveal the secrets of an island as unspoiled as Tobago. As such, we intend to let the following images speak for themselves. Their allure should be more than enough to spark you imagination and hopefully get you to start planning that getaway that you thought you couldn’t afford. The fact of the matter is, Tobago’s homespun charms are so rare and striking, it’s a sister island you can’t afford to overlook.

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