Immigrating is one of the most stressful things you can do, not only is it a complete change and adjustment to your living conditions, but a new culture to embrace as well, and moving to the tiny island of Grand Cayman is no different. My first month has been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, highs and lows, stops and starts. However, I have been advised that this is normal. I figure it’s the island’s durability test to see if you’re worthy of the honour of living in paradise.
Every place has its own rhythm and pace that you need to adapt to. I like to think of cities as film genres. New York – film noire, London – period drama, Johannesburg – action adventure and Cayman…..romantic comedy. Every newcomer has their obstacles to overcome, but it always ends in love, and I am already feeling those euphoric stomach butterflies.
Although one thing I am not feeling the love for are the Island’s’ chickens. I have struggled with the organic noise pollution from our feathered locals. Being woken at 3 am by squawking chickens was not the peaceful island life I had dreamed of. I do, however, admire their brazen defiance of death as they congregate outside KFC.
Let’s move on from this unsavoury thought to a more palatable one, the local cuisine. I have fallen in love with ceviche and conch (pronounced ‘conk’ I was told), and of course the deliciously drinkable mudslides. The variety of top quality restaurants and bars gives both New York and London a run for their money – and the view is better here!
If it’s not lining my stomach with food and drink, it’s the amazing range of water sports and activities that excites me. Surfing, sailing, skiing, diving, paddle-boarding, marathons, triathlons, yoga….I’m happily exhausted just thinking about it all. Not to mention events, from the highly anticipated Pirates Week (who wouldn’t want to be a scallywag) to the mouth-watering Taste of Cayman and sparkly fun Batabano.
If I have to pick the one thing that stands out in Cayman, it’s without a doubt the friendliness. It’s so tangible that is has a name, Caymankind. I love the diversity of people from all walks of life – flip flops to fancy footwear, and every single one has a smile for you.
Last weekend I was on the beach looking at the breathtakingly blue sea and I realised something – most people’s holiday destination is our real life. I can certainly handle that picture postcard lifestyle!
