“Can you turn that up?” I ask Donovan, the 30-something driver taking me to the Alexandra Resort on my first trip to Turks and Caicos. “The music seems familiar, but it’s got a different rhythm than reggae.”
“It does,” he replies. “It’s local music — rake ‘n’ scrape. A mix of calypso and our own thing.”
As we pull into the resort, I’m riding this rhythm that pretty much soundtracks the rest of my unhurried island time. Having lived in Thailand for many years as a travel writer, the subtropical heat, palm trees, and slower pace are a welcome transition from manic Manhattan, where I live now. But the Turks and Caicos Islands occupies a unique place in paradise.