Maracas Bay, the country's Sunday.
A palm-lined crescent reached by the North Coast Road, a winding 40-minute drive through the Northern Range that is itself a reason to come.
Stop halfway at the lookout for the postcard shot. Once you're down at the bay, the only decision is which shark-and-bake vendor: Richard's (the original, blue umbrellas), Natalie's (the challenger), or one of the six in between. Order your bake stuffed with shark, then load it yourself from the ten-condiment counter: tamarind, garlic, coriander, mango kuchela, pepper sauce. Eat it hot on the sand.
The bay is a swimming beach, not a snorkelling beach; the water is Atlantic-fed and can churn. Lifeguards on duty 10am to 6pm. Bring cash, bring a change of clothes, come home by dusk. We'll book a driver both ways.















