Upon arrival to Cat Island, all of your senses are heightened, in a way that is unnervingly unnatural. In the years you have spent in the city, you have dulled... Pigeon Cay is now here to wake you up.
All of your senses are awakened. Sight, touch, taste, smell, sound.
Sight: The ocean before you is indescribable. From the furthest horizon you see a deep nearly-black blue line showing the natural curve of the earth. The deep purple extends closer to you, turning a sapphire blue into aquamarine and finally, a light pale green, just before the waves start - the tops of them crashing down white onto the tan powdery sand, ending in soapy traces. These waters are visible for as far as the eye can see.
Touch: From the powder soft sand between your toes - so soft, you sink into it ankle deep, like powdered sugar on crisp French toast. Moving up your body, the warm sun caresses your skin, browning it as time passes, slowly like a dying fire. Before your skin becomes too hot, the wind blows across it, cooling it to comfort. You pass quickly over the soft sand and cannot wait until your suffocated shoe-stuffed feet can be baptized by the crystalline waters of the deep sea. At first you are hesitant, frightened by the thought of freezing waters and goose-bumped skin. Your hesitancy is unfounded, as the wet is comfortable, serene, and smile-enducing.
Taste: After slipping your feet in, you cannot help but go deeper, wanting the caress of the water over your slightly damp, sweaty skin. With the water before you, suddenly the humidity is too unbearable - it will cure your ailment. Your enthusiasm almost gets the best of you, as the water swallows you in. Your body becomes alive, arms moving in the water in what should be a natural swim. Unfortunately, years of meetings and sitting in front of a computer have created a creaky form, but with the beauty you have surrounding you, it does not matter. The ocean is forgiving. The sand beneath you, waving and billowing as the waves push forth and recede, allows you to feel firm in your lesson...your body will become knowledgeable again. Just before you envelop yourself in the cool crispness, you lick your lips, tasting the salty brine and the smile cannot escape your lips.
Smell: Much like that dying fire from the sun on your skin, your sense of smell is awakened by smoke. While at first it feels uncomfortable, you realize it is only because your sense of smell has dulled in bland conference rooms, over air conditioned offices and stale manufactured existence. Suddenly here, your nose is awakened with the smoldering brush that the locals use as natural bug deterrent.
Sound: Most jarring of all, is the sound. The crashing waves against the beach feels louder than jet-planes. Almost unbearable, it doesn't stop, doesn't allow for a moment of reprieve...until you realize - this is the constant of the world, of Mother Nature, of the Earth. Long before you found this slice of paradise, long after you leave it's bosom, it will remain. The ebb and flow of the water will continue. It will not stop for you, but it will always wait for you to return. As suddenly as you found it, you think to yourself, "How can I stay longer?" You know that no amount of time that you stay will be enough.
After your body returns to itself, you look behind you. The oasis that is Pigeon Cay is ready for exploration. Your everyday worries rear their ugly heads again - where will I sleep? What will I eat? What is this place?
The closest to the ocean is a round bar and giant table. The bar hosts alcohol, soft drinks, and various sunscreens, all on a honor system. What you take, you write down. A simplistic quaint system that reminds you - this isn't home. It works, and that is what matters. The island is a place of getting by. The giant table, you will later find out, is where delicious meals will greet you, along with new friends. Everyone meets one another at dinners, bonding over the secret locale you have discovered together. While you can share your deepest thoughts of this paradise, you know these are only the people who will truly understand. Your friends at home will not believe, will not be able to understand...these strangers are suddenly closer to you than your oldest comrades. They have experienced Pigeon Cay.
You stumble across your bungalow, where your luggage waits to be dealt with. Suddenly, where once you would unpack your clothes, and stack your toiletries by the sink, this mundane task is completely unimportant. You know now, the next day, week, these items don't matter. The only thing you will need is a bathing suit and a smile.
The bungalow meets every need that you have. The couches are comfortable, the kitchen is fully equipped (is that a dishwasher?), and the beds are inviting. In the corner you spy a small flatscreen tv, but it just brings a smirk to your face. That thing will never see power. Off the bedroom, there is a cozy bathroom. The tiles that pepper the vanity are beautiful, and have been laid by hand, you find out, by Ned, one of the owners of this slice of heaven.
Speaking of the owners, once you return outside, Leslie greets you with a warm smile, and a soft handshake. She has allowed you to become one with the facilities, knowing that it takes time for someone to fully comprehend the place that she simply calls home. While you are not sure you will ever be fully appreciative of its existence, you appreciate her kindness. You will discover that Leslie is nothing but kind. Soft-spoken, she always has an open ear and a smile. If you need anything, she is willing to help, from offering drinks, food, or even some suggestions of the island that she loves with appreciation. The first thing you ask: "Can I stay longer" is met with a smile, gentle laugh, and a nod. She will do whatever she can to make her customers happy, even if it means finding another place on the island - knowing that the happiness is most important, both for the betterment of her resort, and for the island as a whole.
Pigeon Cay is like a dream. The cover of travel magazines boast vast deep blue oceans, with white sanded beaches - but no cover story could touch the magnificence that is here. Anyone who is lucky enough to land at Pigeon Cay will only want to return as fast as possible.
- Official Description (provided by the hotel):
- Pigeon Cay Beach Club consists of 8 cottages on a 3 mile white sand beach. We are located in the Northern part of Cat Island, 7 miles South from Arthur's Town Airport (ATC) 20 miles North of New Bight Airport TBI). ... more less
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- Also Known As:
- Pigeon Cay Beach Club Hotel Cat Island
- Pigeon Cay Beach Club Cat Island, Bahamas