Sunset Serenity at Floyd’s Pelican Bar: A Surfer’s Escape
When the waves call, I usually answer, but this time, it was the allure of a bar on stilts in the middle of the ocean that drew me to Treasure Beach. Join me as I recount my sun-soaked adventure to Floyd’s Pelican Bar, a place where time stands still and the sea provides both sustenance and serenity.
Setting Sail to the Pelican Bar
The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon as I found myself in Treasure Beach, a place that had long been on my radar. Known for its laid-back vibe and stunning coastline, it was the perfect spot for a nomadic surfer like me. But this time, I wasn’t here to chase waves. Instead, I was on a mission to experience the legendary Floyd’s Pelican Bar, a rustic wooden bar perched on a sandbank out at sea.
My journey began with a warm welcome from Demar, my driver for the day. True to his word, he arrived promptly at 9:00 am, and even treated me to a cup of rich Jamaican coffee from a local spot. It was a small gesture, but one that set the tone for the day. As we drove towards the coast, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. The idea of a bar built on stilts in the middle of the ocean was intriguing, and I was eager to see it for myself.
A Rustic Oasis at Sea
The boat ride to the Pelican Bar was a short 15-20 minutes, but it felt like a journey to another world. As we approached, the bar came into view, a charming structure made of weathered wood, standing proudly on its stilts. It was a scene straight out of a dream, and I could see why it had become such a popular spot for both locals and tourists.
Once on the bar, I was greeted by the friendly staff and a handful of fellow travelers. The atmosphere was relaxed, with reggae music playing softly in the background and the gentle lapping of the waves against the stilts. I took a moment to soak it all in, the sun warming my skin and the salty breeze in my hair.
However, as I settled in, I couldn’t help but notice the limited drink selection. With only two types of beer and a rum punch on offer, it was a bit of a letdown. I had hoped for a more tropical selection, perhaps a pina colada or a refreshing mojito. But as they say, when in Rome—or in this case, when in Jamaica—you make do with what’s available.
A Taste of the Sea
Despite the limited drink options, the food at the Pelican Bar was a different story. I ordered the fish curry, and it was nothing short of spectacular. Cooked to order, the fish was fresh and flavorful, a true taste of the sea. It was a reminder of why I love these coastal adventures, where the ocean provides not just waves, but a bounty of delicious seafood.
As I enjoyed my meal, I noticed the tradition of leaving personal items at the bar. Travelers had left behind license plates, shirts, and hats, each one a testament to their visit. I decided to leave a small token of my own, a nod to the many adventures I’ve had along the coastlines of Central America.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water, I felt a sense of contentment. The Pelican Bar may have its quirks, but it’s a place where time seems to stand still, where you can truly disconnect and enjoy the simple pleasures of life. And for a nomadic surfer like me, that’s the ultimate getaway.
