Time can be hard to measure in the Caribbean. Somehow nothing seems to last for long, yet nothing seems to ever change.
Cars, boats, and other intricate manmade objects easily surrender to the punishment of the West Indian sun and salt air — turning to expensive piles of rust almost before your eyes. While on the flip side, the ever-present trade winds, clockwork tides and consistent temperatures play tricks on the mind until keeping track of whether it’s November or February becomes delightfully difficult.
So, it’s hard to say whether the English rule over Barbados is uncommon for its longevity or the fact that it came to an end at all.