Bequia Faded Glory : Plantation House Hotel
13th March 2013
Bequia Faded Glory
Plantation House Hotel
The Plantation House Hotel used to be one of the key places on this small island, holding the position of the last building along the Belmont Walkway. As such it used to anchor the bay at that end, providing a great spot to relax, have a drink or sit and have dinner in its beach front restaurant.
I have many happy memories of sundowners there from a few years back when I ran a charter yacht from the bay. One of the 'funniest' memories of this place was when the 2006 Bequia Music Festival was in full swing, with people dancing on the tables and singing their hearts out to a London based rastafarian, singing '54-46 What's My Number' (an old Toots and the Maytals number), when suddenly an announcement came across the PA saying the my yacht has slipped its moorings and would the Skipper please return to her and save her! I made many friends that night as most the boat boys from the harbour were already on-board when I arrived, one diving to free the propeller and another group holding her off a catamaran where she had become rested across its bows. Happy times!
Nowadays, its is empty and left to decay. The jetty is falling apart, the main buildings are falling apart and the beach cabanas are used by the locals as a cheap place to rest their heads. Still used my locals and visitors alike as a spot to relax and sit on the dock to enjoy the sunsets or a swim.
Plantation House Hotel
The Plantation House Hotel used to be one of the key places on this small island, holding the position of the last building along the Belmont Walkway. As such it used to anchor the bay at that end, providing a great spot to relax, have a drink or sit and have dinner in its beach front restaurant.
I have many happy memories of sundowners there from a few years back when I ran a charter yacht from the bay. One of the 'funniest' memories of this place was when the 2006 Bequia Music Festival was in full swing, with people dancing on the tables and singing their hearts out to a London based rastafarian, singing '54-46 What's My Number' (an old Toots and the Maytals number), when suddenly an announcement came across the PA saying the my yacht has slipped its moorings and would the Skipper please return to her and save her! I made many friends that night as most the boat boys from the harbour were already on-board when I arrived, one diving to free the propeller and another group holding her off a catamaran where she had become rested across its bows. Happy times!
Nowadays, its is empty and left to decay. The jetty is falling apart, the main buildings are falling apart and the beach cabanas are used by the locals as a cheap place to rest their heads. Still used my locals and visitors alike as a spot to relax and sit on the dock to enjoy the sunsets or a swim.
Comments
By lynn gordon: I loved the comments of bygone days and hope the new owners , bluelagoon st vincent, return the fun as well as the quality to this precious hotel and island. I am staying at bluelagoon, visited bequia wednesday, my birthdayx