Hiking to The “Iguana” Cave And Another Anguilla Misnomer
When I decided to tear myself away from the modern luxury of Ani Villas for a hike to an “Iguana Cave” I’d been hearing about, my fingers were crossed that this time Anguilla would deliver “what it says on the tin:” a magnificent natural amphitheater full of lounging, green iguanas of all shapes and sizes.
Why don’t I ever learn?
On my most recent trip to Anguilla, the penchant for Anguillans toward lax naming tendencies was a prevailing theme. “Crayfish” turned out to be lobsters in disguise. The national dish of “peas” and rice turned out to be rice and just about anything resembling a bean. Even the ever alluring Limestone Beach should probably be renamed “Iron Shore Beach” for it’s rugged, rocky fringes.
But, honestly, the draw of a huge cave full of iguanas to photograph and study like some kind of modern day, amateur Charles Darwin was just too much to resist!
And so it was, that I found myself on the quiet and isolated sands of Katouche Bay Beach just past the Masara Resort. It’s pretty much due West of the capital of The Valley and very easy to find. The only awkward part is the very steep road that descends the last mile toward the shore.
I mean, this cave full of iguanas wasn’t going to explore itself, right!?
As I walked, a small salt pond came and went on the left, then an old well on the right. The seagrapes that mark the entrance to the path soon gave way to a forest of thin trees making a sparse living on the nutrient poor sands. Hermit crabs as tiny as a dime and as massive as softballs scurried along the path.
In fact, animal life was all around. A whole playlist of Caribbean bird songs drifted from the trees, butterflies floated amongst the branches and I thought, just maybe, that I’d glimpsed an iguana through the trees — the first of many, I hoped. I imagined he was making his was back to all his friends in the cave after a nice, morning bath down by the beach.
Continuing on, my directions informed me to hang a right at the first fork. This path lead to some rough stairs strewn across the path and some rather steep going.
At the top of the “staircase,” the canopy opened up. Small trees were quickly replaced by large cacti. Though they crowded the path, luckily, they never encroached to the point that they clawed at me as I passed.
Up here, the sandy ground was gone. Instead, the path meandered over and around limestone rocks. And the vegetation was even more sparse. With the sounds of the sea far behind, the sounds of birds dwindling, and fewer fauna to be found, I couldn’t help but start to get a little spooked.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps up ahead.
Why do you keep doing this? Remember last time?
Leaves crunched rhythmically up ahead. They were definitely footsteps!
“Oh screw this!”
I charged straight up the path making as much noise I could.
And bumped right into the noisemaker!
Now it was his turn to freeze. We exchanged looks, but this wasn’t the reptile I was looking for, so I carried on and quickly came across the gaping black mouth of the cave!
This was it!
Camera at the ready, I plunged into its inky depths ready to be surrounded by reptiles like Indian Jones in that seminal scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark — except my cold-blooded friends would be easy-going iguanas… Only to find… Well… For the answer, just watch this video:
Is nothing named correctly on Anguilla!?
Oh well, I guess “Bat Cave” was already taken.
Anyway, going at an easy pace, the hike clocks in at around 45 minutes up and 45 minutes back. For the most part, it’s pleasant and I highly recommend it as a way to break up a bounty of beautiful beach days.
The cavern itself is really rather huge — much bigger than I expected. Sure, there’s some graffiti here and there on its interior, but the skylight (with a tree rising from the cave floor and out into the open sky) is pretty gorgeous.
Just don’t expect to see any iguanas.
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