GuavaMike
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⸻||This was our third visit to Pink Sands. Unfortunately, both Pink Sands and Harbour Island no longer have the small, hidden-gem charm they had a decade ago. The island has been discovered, become crowded, and a bit rowdy, with motorized golf carts buzzing everywhere (years ago, there were only a few electric ones). All the conch fritters in town (and at the resort)come from the same frozen brand, deep-fried to order.||The resort itself has expanded, with rows of t multi-bedroom, multi-story homes built where the bird preserve once sat behind the cottages. It used to feel romantic and mostly catered to couples; now you’ll find children playing hide-and-seek in the restaurant while Dad takes an important business call on speakerphone. As it’s grown, it’s become less personal. We used to get to know the waiters and bartenders, who remembered our favorites. Now it feels about as friendly as a chain restaurant. Every guest except us had a golf cart, and you constantly had to jump off the narrow paths inside the resort as they sped by.||Our “oceanfront cottage” was actually behind another oceanfront cottage and a horse stall, and it was really only half a cottage—attached to another, with a lattice fence separating the “private patio.” While we were there, half the beach was taken over by a photo shoot for suntan lotion or something, so we couldn’t use the stretch of beach near our villa.||Yes, the beach is still beautiful, more populated than it used to be, but it was never truly crowded. The water remains crystal clear, and we still had a nice time. Still, it’s sad to see what was once such a quaint, romantic place go downhill.