My arrival at Maurice Bishop International Airport is after sunset, and the short drive to the hotel is by moonlight. The air is warm and sweet, and after a long day of travelling, I drift off to sleep to the sound of tree frogs chirping and waves lapping somewhere in the distance. With the sunrise, the tiny island of Grenada reveals itself. All lush and green, mountains rising in the distance, and along stretch of golden sand curving its way to the city of St. George's a few miles down the beach.
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