From Travesty to Tourism
Story by Fyllis Hockman
icture this: From 1948 to 1999, the U.S. Department of Navy bombed the
hell out of its own country. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration
but here's what happened. From the early 1940's, the U.S. military used
a good part of Vieques, Puerto Rico, a small island off the coast, as
a training ground for ship-to-shore gunfire, air-to-ground bombing,
and Marine amphibious landings. Up until April 1999, about 120 days
a year were devoted to integrated land-sea-air live-fire exercises (i.e.,
exercises with explosive ammunition) by U.S. aircraft carrier and amphibious-ready
groups preparing to deploy overseas. Although residents had strongly
objected for decades, it was not until a Puerto Rican security guard
was accidentally killed by an errant bomb in April 1999 that the opposition
began in earnest, garnering support from the mainland, including political
leaders and celebrities from around the world. As of May 2003 all military
operations were suspended, leaving the island isolated and decimated,
but ironically with much of its undeveloped natural beauty outside the
military compounds intact. And therein lies the rub.
Now picture this: From bomb site to beach resort
and therein lies the story. While the Navy has been busy these past
10 years cleaning up the parts of the island it destroyed, the rest
of the island is gearing up albeit slowly to join the
rest of Puerto Rico as a Caribbean tourist destination. The massive
clean-up involves getting rid of unexploded ordinances, metal and scrap
debris and chemicals in the soil. As one safety notice advises: If you
didn't drop it, don't pick it up! Not your usual anti-litter admonition.
Okay, the island still has no traffic light, no movie
theater, no American fast-food restaurants (thankfully), and no nightlife.
Still, there are now seven more car rental companies than during the
Navy occupation (when there was one) as well as a couple of dive operations,
horseback riding stables, sailing options and several tour companies.
And did I mention a W Hotel? That's got to mean something. But although
the 157-room property is a tourist magnet, the next closest property
in size is the 30-room Brik Hotel, which hasn't yet opened. The rest
are guesthouses. The island is not exactly leap-frogging into tourism
But Vieques is not without its unique attractions, two
of which are its wild horses, descendants of those brought over by the
Spaniard Conquistadors in the 1500's, and its Bioluminescent Bay, the
most glowing literally of the five bio-bays that exist
in the world. Caveats to come.
First, the horses. They have the run of the island and
the hour's drive from one end of the island to the other can take a
lot longer depending upon how many you run into using the term
loosely... We even watched a pool boy at the upscale W chase a horse
apparently to deter him from taking a dip in the resort pool. We followed
close behind only to find him snacking on the property lawn, posing
long enough for us to take his picture. As I turned around, I almost
bumped into a sign reading, "Caution: Wild Horses Poop." And
indeed, he had.
And, oh yes, the bio-bay. First some background. The
unfortunately aptly named Mosquito Bay, considered the brightest bio-bay
in the world, is home to half-plant, half-animal organisms, at a rate
of 720,000 per gallon, that emit flashes of bluish/green light when
agitated, preferably under a moonless night when the effect is most
dramatic. And dramatic it is as the entire bay explodes beneath
you in a fireworks display you've never seen before. But not for us.
Because of some ill-will of nature, blamed at the time on excessive
rain and cool temperatures (for Puerto Rico), the bay was mostly dark.
Still, just the stars alone were worth the trip
almost. With two people to a kayak, the darkness all pervasive, the
quiet almost surreal, I felt like I was floating in a private, other-worldly
lagoon, hampered only by the knowledge I was experiencing only the slightest
remnants of what should have been an amazing Technicolor adventure.
Putting my hand in the water released a flurry of gold sparkles, reminiscent
of an abundance of Fourth of July sparklers beneath my fingers, as though
a vast array of shooting stars from the sky fell into the water
and this was just a fraction of what it should be when a blue-green
haze dominates the water and the fish swimming around trigger a reaction
that brings the entire bay alive. My disappointment at having missed
such a spectacle made me feel like a little kid deprived of a toy I
I came to Vieques with a preconceived notion that because
of all the destruction that occurred, the resurrection of Vieques as
a tourist destination would revolve around conservation, sustainability
and decreased environmental impact. Not so or at least, not yet.
Ironically, although tourism has indeed increased, there does not seem
to be any island-wide plan to deal with it in any coordinated "green"
There are less than 10,000 people on Vieques
and seemingly, everyone knows everyone else. Locals have a fierce pride
in their island and a universal disappointment that so much has been
planned or promised and so little has been done. You can see the wistfulness
in their eyes as they talk about what the island so desperately needs
in terms of education, health care provisions, infrastructure, environmental
protections and tourism services.
And in truth, they are also in conflict over how much
development they want. More and more foreigners which is how
they allude to Americans, despite their shared U.S. citizenship
are invading their quiet, undeveloped, pristine locale with its sparkling,
isolated beaches opening restaurants and other tourist establishments,
and they are unsure what the future will bring and whether it
will be positive. Vieques may or may not be on the verge of a tourist
boom, and it's questionable exactly whom all this new development will
Everyone on Vieques has a story and everyone who comes
there knows someone else who either had their own story or knows someone
else who did. You don't come to Vieques by accident. With Caribbean
island tourism not yet a reality, the question most often asked by one
visitor to the next? "What brought YOU to Vieques?" And the
answer is almost always a friend, a relative, a colleague; it is never
advertising or travel agent. And while tour companies, diving operations
and sailing options have doubled in the last five years, infrastructure
has lagged. Although many of the main roads are easily traversable,
there are some leading to recommended beaches that boast car-eating
potholes ahead and jeep-attacking tree branches on all sides, and are
so bumpy that none of my limbs and internal organs ended up in the same
place they started out in. At some point this will change.
Vieques is a visual delight, a portrait in green and
blue and many shades of brown if you count the horses
and you have to they're everywhere. It is undisturbed by development
but that will not always be so. Go now while it is still unspoiled
(by anything other than the Navy
) and before it becomes just another
over-developed Caribbean island, possibly losing the unique character
that is so very much Viequesian. For information about visiting Vieques,
call (800) 866-7827 or log onto seepuertorico.com/en/destinations/culebra-and-vieques/.
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