I have stayed at Little Dix Bay nearly 10 times. 4 times as a kid and 6 times as an adult with my wife and two girls. There are few places like it in the world. I am biased, however, because as an 8 year old boy a whole new experience opened up to me and once it's in your blood it is very hard to lose. It was designed to retain the natural beauty and with rooms built in the tree lines so it has to be spread out. Walking back to your room after dinner and listening to the frog songs was a delight. If you needed a golf cart ride there was always someone to give you a lift. No elevators, no room keys, no worry about my kids roaming the beach. I have always felt safe and more relaxed than anywhere I've traveled. Eating the same food everyday is less exciting. I recommend to take a taxi into town or rent a car and drive to half dozen outstanding restaurants around the island. I always say there is no perfect resort, but you can make it perfectly yours with a little effort. Relaxed elegance is how I describe it. It's not for everybody, but it's great for us.
I have several concerns, the rooms being so close to one another and the inability to have peace and quiet. One loud drunk East Coast couple, etc, and your trip tranquility is ruined. The amount of walking to and from your rooms looks tiresome and tedious, the mosquitoes enteting the room, lack of air conditoning, eating the same food off the menu over and over havimg the same experience day after day becomes monotonous and ground hog day to say the least. The closeness of the bar being loud and keeping people up at nignt. No food optioms if you get hungry at night. Feeling trapped and isolafed confined to the resort or your room as there potenially isnt anytning to walk to, to eat or do. Lastly, having slow or non-existent wifi is not acceptable. Low water pressure and hot water supply being to small to fill up the tub etc.
In 1998 I went on my honeymoon to "Little Dix Bay", a resort in Virgin Gorda, one of the British Virgin Islands, at a cost, at the time, of 12 million Lit. I remember how we took an Alitalia flight from Malpensa to Paris and after 5/6 hours of waiting an Air France Jumbo 747 to St. Marteen in "Elysee" class, then again a Virgin Air Lines Cessna Caravan seaplane to Tortola and finally a powerful speedboat to Little Dix Bay, a total of 24 hours of travel! Once the check-in formalities were completed, they accompanied us to our bungalow with an electric machine similar to those on golf courses. Stunning and breathtaking landscapes, I took almost 500 photos, which I still have. I remember immortalizing the pelicans while they dived to about 10 m. from us, offshore floating stations for refueling, such as large buoys and the nearby islands. I remember well the essentially American-style "self-service" food since it was frequented in the vast majority of cases by Americans (Florida is not that far away). Among all I remember large shovels of "ketchup or mayonnaise with fried chicken" (and not the other way around!), large glasses full of ice and a little Coca Cola or beer (again not the other way around), "seared tuna" (bleah, that was rubbish!) that could also be ordered by phone from the beach and lots of good fruit. Tickled by an advertising brochure promoting an Italian restaurant on a nearby island, we wasted no time and arrived there with a speedboat taxi. I was already looking forward to coffee and a “Spaghetti alla carbonara” or a grilled “Florentine steak”! Big hugs, screams, laughter, "O sole mio, sta in fronte a te" pats on the back, "Paisà, paisà, I'll give you a favorable price"! There are few Italians here! ... “Uhm, let's see” ... I told to myself. In a very large hatchery we saw gigantic lobsters over a meter long and I had chosen the smallest: "only" 60 cm. it tasted good, of course, with cherry tomatoes "Catalan style", perhaps a little stringy, beer, Coca Cola and final bourbon to finish on a high note. The bill arrives: a blow. I can't believe my eyes, I feel faint, I have palpitations and cold sweats, I feel my legs shaking, I'm breathing hard ........ 500 US$, so much for the "paisà" treatment! Proportionally those over one meter will have cost at least 1,000! I payed, I cursed him, gnashed my teeth and in a low voice I addressed him various "fuck...." and "fuck ...". The "friendly" paisà restaurateur, seeing my terrified look and worried that I wasn't feeling well, inquired and after having expressed to him my dismay, he told me that he had given me the lowest price ever, taking into account how much rich Americans can spend. . So we went back to eating salads, various cheeses (essentially kraft slices, beer ice, chicken ketchup/ mayonnaise, etc.).
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I have stayed at Little Dix Bay nearly 10 times. 4 times as a kid and 6 times as an adult with my wife and two girls. There are few places like it in the world. I am biased, however, because as an 8 year old boy a whole new experience opened up to me and once it's in your blood it is very hard to lose. It was designed to retain the natural beauty and with rooms built in the tree lines so it has to be spread out. Walking back to your room after dinner and listening to the frog songs was a delight. If you needed a golf cart ride there was always someone to give you a lift. No elevators, no room keys, no worry about my kids roaming the beach. I have always felt safe and more relaxed than anywhere I've traveled. Eating the same food everyday is less exciting. I recommend to take a taxi into town or rent a car and drive to half dozen outstanding restaurants around the island. I always say there is no perfect resort, but you can make it perfectly yours with a little effort. Relaxed elegance is how I describe it. It's not for everybody, but it's great for us.
This place looks spectacular. Considering for my honeymoon - any other advice? Thanks!
I have several concerns, the rooms being so close to one another and the inability to have peace and quiet. One loud drunk East Coast couple, etc, and your trip tranquility is ruined. The amount of walking to and from your rooms looks tiresome and tedious, the mosquitoes enteting the room, lack of air conditoning, eating the same food off the menu over and over havimg the same experience day after day becomes monotonous and ground hog day to say the least. The closeness of the bar being loud and keeping people up at nignt. No food optioms if you get hungry at night. Feeling trapped and isolafed confined to the resort or your room as there potenially isnt anytning to walk to, to eat or do. Lastly, having slow or non-existent wifi is not acceptable. Low water pressure and hot water supply being to small to fill up the tub etc.
In 1998 I went on my honeymoon to "Little Dix Bay", a resort in Virgin Gorda, one of the British Virgin Islands, at a cost, at the time, of 12 million Lit. I remember how we took an Alitalia flight from Malpensa to Paris and after 5/6 hours of waiting an Air France Jumbo 747 to St. Marteen in "Elysee" class, then again a Virgin Air Lines Cessna Caravan seaplane to Tortola and finally a powerful speedboat to Little Dix Bay, a total of 24 hours of travel! Once the check-in formalities were completed, they accompanied us to our bungalow with an electric machine similar to those on golf courses. Stunning and breathtaking landscapes, I took almost 500 photos, which I still have. I remember immortalizing the pelicans while they dived to about 10 m. from us, offshore floating stations for refueling, such as large buoys and the nearby islands. I remember well the essentially American-style "self-service" food since it was frequented in the vast majority of cases by Americans (Florida is not that far away). Among all I remember large shovels of "ketchup or mayonnaise with fried chicken" (and not the other way around!), large glasses full of ice and a little Coca Cola or beer (again not the other way around), "seared tuna" (bleah, that was rubbish!) that could also be ordered by phone from the beach and lots of good fruit. Tickled by an advertising brochure promoting an Italian restaurant on a nearby island, we wasted no time and arrived there with a speedboat taxi. I was already looking forward to coffee and a “Spaghetti alla carbonara” or a grilled “Florentine steak”! Big hugs, screams, laughter, "O sole mio, sta in fronte a te" pats on the back, "Paisà, paisà, I'll give you a favorable price"! There are few Italians here! ... “Uhm, let's see” ... I told to myself. In a very large hatchery we saw gigantic lobsters over a meter long and I had chosen the smallest: "only" 60 cm. it tasted good, of course, with cherry tomatoes "Catalan style", perhaps a little stringy, beer, Coca Cola and final bourbon to finish on a high note. The bill arrives: a blow. I can't believe my eyes, I feel faint, I have palpitations and cold sweats, I feel my legs shaking, I'm breathing hard ........ 500 US$, so much for the "paisà" treatment! Proportionally those over one meter will have cost at least 1,000! I payed, I cursed him, gnashed my teeth and in a low voice I addressed him various "fuck...." and "fuck ...". The "friendly" paisà restaurateur, seeing my terrified look and worried that I wasn't feeling well, inquired and after having expressed to him my dismay, he told me that he had given me the lowest price ever, taking into account how much rich Americans can spend. . So we went back to eating salads, various cheeses (essentially kraft slices, beer ice, chicken ketchup/ mayonnaise, etc.).