There are Picantes and Taiwanese Fried Chicken on the menu: two immediate giveaways that I am in a Soho House. Yet, there’s something amiss. There are no creatives talking shop— instead, all I can hear is the soft lapping of waves caressing the beach.
There’s also no rooftop view over an urban sprawl; instead, all I can see are a few lofty palm trees swaying in the breeze.
I’m in Canouan, a tiny island that is part of St Vincent and the Grenadines. And if you’ve never heard of it, you are not alone. This archipelago (pronounced Ka-no-wan), lying 30…
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