Heart Felt Review from one of our Guests

Lovely! Amazing! Friendly! Paradisiac!

The owner Mr. Patel, the daughter Maryam and the staff, all made sure that our vacation becomes the best vacation we ever had!

We were so sad leaving the place as we left behind great friends!

The place is super clean, nothing fancy though and is literally 2 meters away from the ocean. The rooms are big, the showers are clean and the bed was very comfortable. The cleaning ladies were super friendly and fun! We always had a chat with them!

Best thing ever: TO SLEEP AND HEAR THE WAVES CRASHING! No matter what room you’re in, you’ll hear the magnificent sound of the nature. Try to have an ocean view room, worth the extra investment.

When you’ll go for breakfast, 3 surprises will await you:

1) The perfect scenery! I can’t describe how magical it is
2) The smiling staff! They sure know how to make your day start well
3) The excellent cookies/cakes we just couldn’t stop eating

The rooms are fully equipped with a kitchenette so whenever we felt lazy, we went to the little market (5 minutes’ walk) and bought food (such as eggs, hotdogs, fish).

Every Thursday, Mr. Patel and his cooking associates cook up an amazing Indian dinner with a Barbadian touch! You will never find anything like it! Delicious!

Oistin’s, the closest city, was 15 minutes away by bus… The buses passes very very often (we never had to wait more than 5minutes) and it costs 2 Barbados dollars which is the equivalent of 1 US dollar. With 1 US dollar, you could visit the whole island.

Also, in Oistin’s, every Friday night, it’s where everybody meets! Locals, tourists, everyone!
There’s music, fun, alcohol and lots of food. Not to be missed!

If you like surf, here’s a huge PLUS: Crashing at Ocean’s spray is the perfect place!
You have a lot of surfing schools nearby and one on site: Burkie’s. We ended up choosing Zed’s surf school (1 minute walk) because it was cheaper and we were running low on money. However, you can always try to negotiate.

If you want to have the best vacation ever, there is ONE rule to follow: smile and be respectful to everyone! In return, you will be treated in a very kind way.

My girlfriend and I have travelled a lot, Cuba, Dominican Republic, Mexico, Hawaii, Cyprus and nothing beats THE BARBADOS and its friendly people!

We will be back as soon as we have the chance! Enjoy it to its fullest!

Thank you Ocean’s Spray staff for making our vacation the best one!

Stayed April 2012, traveled as a couple

Below:
Sadia, Myself (Maryam)
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Sadia, Mahmood(owner), Bernard 


 

Article about Ocean Spray Apartments on Huffingtonpost.com

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/karin-badt/the-barbados-cinema-surf-_b_1444709.html

 

Set on taking a break from the film industry in Paris, I flew off to a secluded area at the southern tip of Barbados. I discovered within a few minutes of my arrival that my hotel owner was a film director and, before I put my bags down, I’d been invited me to a Caribbean film festival.

Hotelier Mahmood Patel, a fifth generation Indian-Barbadian, is the former director of a Trans-Caribbean festival. His own films treated Caribbean topics, documenting, for instance, the history of the island’s stone houses of the island, which were built by former slaves two hundred years ago.

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That evening, after a dinner of broiled mahi mahi marinated in spicy “Bajan” seasoning, I hopped into Mahmood’s “mini moke” — a car with no doors or windows — and zipped along the coastal road towards Bridgetown. We roared past Oistins, where locals lounged outside in open-air bars and cafes, and arrived at George Washington’s House.

Washington happened to have come to the Barbados for a couple months, to help his brother recover from Tuberculosis and the CaribbeanTales 2012 festival was taking place on the open air lawn in front of his house, on a screen under the stars.

The films that evening included “Ghett’a Life,” a lively Jamaican story of an amateur boxer tormented by a gang, another Jamaican flick about violent gangs splattering each other with sawed-off rifles and a French Guianan story about evil gold-hunters in the Amazon. The third offered spectacular aerial views of the trees, though the father-son plot verged on sappy. My favorite film was a short entitled “Red, Amber, Green” about three Jamaican window-washers at the crossroads whose joie-de-vivre was infectious: “The rich have swimming pools. We have rivers. They have people guarding them; we have friends.”

What was cool about this home-grown festival was that everyone seemed to know each other. “Hey darling” and “Hi buddy” were the most common greetings and frequently accompanied by a special system of handshakes. I relished the easy-going Caribbean accented English. “It’s all good,” was a refrain.

But the reason I had come to Barbados was to surf.

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The beaches are what one expects for a Caribbean isle: turquoise blue, even on the Atlantic side, with breaks for beginners and advanced surfers alike, surrounded by almond trees, white sand and something called “sea fans”, wiry plants that are used as décor. My teacher for the week, “Dread or Dead” Surf Owner Russell Garrett, of British descent, had a jolly caring approach to his craft, with a constant relaxed smile and surfer blonde hair wild to his shoulders.

“No longer need to be macho about surfing,” he said easily. “That’s for the younger generation now.”

His assistant, a budding tattoo artist, quipped that he himself had Black, Indian and British blood — like many on the island. In our group, a couple of American newlyweds and a family disembarked from a cruise ship. I caught many waves, focusing my gaze on the palm trees.

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The next day, I had a lesson with Russell’s partner: the Rastafarian Matthew. He lay on his board next to me, wearing a blue turban over his dreadlocks, grinning as I flopped off a wave. “It’s all good,” he said easily. “As long as you are smiling.” He hummed a Bob Marley tune as I got back up.

“Just remember,” he added, sharing a bit of his philosophy. “Don’t think about what you are doing: just look at those trees. Let your body do the thinking.”

My body seemed to fly over the waves.

After surf, en route to “Ocean Spray”, I stopped back at Oistins, the happening town, where I ordered an “hors d’oeuvre” of a grilled conch shell. By grilled, I mean that five Rastafarians were camped on the side of the bay, with a blazing grill, and dozens of pink conch laid out on a plank that one of them had dived for that morning. The diving continued: after my own conch was grilled, a young man first cleaned it with his hands, tearing off the whitish pulp, and then he clambered down the rocks, his pants slipping off his behind, and dove into the ocean to rinse it off for me.

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I followed the hors d’oeuvre of the gummy conch with a meal of flying fish (with Bagian seasoning) at one of the stands. A group of elderly guys were playing cards next to me, with bellyfuls of laughter.

What else is there to do in the Barbados?

Turtles. Russell had given me a tip about how to see the turtles without paying for a catamaran excursion. “You just wait for the ships to come in and when you see all those tourists dive in, you dive in next to them and snorkel. What are they going to say?”

But I was a bit suspicious about the reason there were so many turtles to begin with. The boat owners fed them.

“It’s not right,” I said.

“What do you mean it’s not right?” Russell said in his easy Barbadian drawl. “Why on earth would the turtles want to come close to us? We don’t speak the same language. We don’t have anything to say to each other. If a turtle is going to come, it is because of one reason only: food. Just like with the terrorists. They don’t have any reason to speak to us, unless we give them arms. It’s all good.’

I swam in the clear blue sea with a turtle as big as I was, with yellow checkered fins, slow and languorous, until the turtle feeder tapped me on the back, reprimanding me for my fallen bikini straps.

“The turtle does not care,” I said.

“Yes, he does!” the turtle-feeder said, knowing more about green turtles than I do.

I dove off with translucent-purple Barber fish, a school of them.

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Then back home to the Ocean Spray apartments, with everyone on the local bus–from the Indian Guyanese housekeeper off from her day of work to the two sisters with bags of fresh fish–advising the driver on where to let me off. The Guyanese housekeeper, with her dusty grey hair, and upright back, and gentle smile, seemed an aristocrat, as she sat there, with her melodious voice and asked me how my vacation had gone. She herself had lived in New York a dozen years, taking care of an old lady, while raising her daughter as a single Mom. “Oh they were so kind,” she said, speaking of the Jewish sons of the now deceased woman. “So very kind! Allan is. He took care of my daughter. He has come twice to visit us.” She nodded. “Yes God has been good to me. So good.”

The southern tip was, I found, the ideal place to stay to discover this island (from the rugged Bathsheba surf to “Buffy’s”, the local grocery store with six fresh bananas) and to avoid the glitzy bar scene on the Caribbean coast. A rural area, where one hears just the waves, the birds, and the wind in the grasses, it really does provide a break–and even a chance to see some films.
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We are happy to receive such reviews from our Guests

To start I’d like to say that it’s highly unlikely that you have ever been closer to the Ocean unless on a boat! When you get there you’ll realise in no time why the name… the spray is the real bless and you will always see it, feel it or hear it. If you are after big hotels, tourists in masses or sitting by the pool, this place is not for you. If you are a traveller and love nature and the sea, you will love it, and if you are a surfer you’ll be loving it even more! Strategically placed in one of the most attractive parts of the island, the South Coast (Christ Church parish), Ocean Spray is only 15mins from the airport, 10mins from Oistins (the closer town), 20mins from Bridgetown and pretty much the same to the spectacular East Coast. You can walk to Long beach on one side or to Silver Sands on the other, or just enjoying the amazing views from the apartments onto the local bay (called Surfer’s point) where you can surf and hire boards. The resident local turtles are always keen to pop their heads up and say hello when you look out the sea, offering some kind of friendly welcome and positive vibes! The rooms at Ocean Spray are very comfortable, good beds, clean bathrooms and a practical kitchenette, which turned out to be a real saver when we missed some home cooked food during our long stay. The rooms on the front compound are basically by the sea in the real meaning, you open the windows and the spray can nearly reach out your bed! The first floor rooms are amazing, due to the extra view range, to die for. The guests are a mix of travellers, couples and the odd surfers family, the host, film director Mahmood is a real kind sweet character, always helpful and keen to spare his time for a friendly chat, a laugh, a drink or a helpful tip. He always makes an effort to create a good atmosphere in his place, organising cocktail evenings or dinner parties, and he is a great cook too!!! The staff is super friendly and extremely helpful, with the top prize going to Andrew. Ocean Spray is a no frills, great accommodation for your holiday, I can’t see any faults really except probably for the laid back pace at the breakfast bar, but it’s Barbados in the end ;-) If you like to live where the locals live and do not like the package holiday big resorts and golf courts, this place is a real hit, it won’t disappoint you. We have surfed, kitesurfed, horse ridden, dived, toured the island and partied! The strategic location is a real attraction, you can surf on your door step or kitesurf in Silver rock at the famous De Action bar of local waterman hero Brian Talma, or shot off to Batsheba and get there in about half an hour, or get to the airport, in no more than 15mins. Our holiday was truly special and Ocean Spray played a big part in this success, there we’ve met some amazing people, we have partied and relaxed by the sea, we have felt like at home (except from the spray of course ;-). Now we can’t wait to go back to Barbados, which for us it’ll mean going back to Ocean Spray, and we don’t usually like to go back to the same destinations… or places. Highly recommended.

surfing @ oceanspray

The most ideal spot in the Caribbean and probably the world to learn to surf is on our South to South –East coast of Barbados. Burkies Surf School located at Ocean Spray Beach Apartments, Surfer’s Point, Inch Marlow is situated in this area. There are four surfing spots here; Long Beach to the east, Surfer’s Point, South Point and Freight’s Bay to the west are all within a 2 mile radius. All are world class surf spots for learning, with Freight’s Bay probably the best to learn to surf. However quite often depending on the weather system the South coast can receive large swells and can become an advance surfer’s dream.

Burkie’s Surf School @ Ocean Spray Beach Apartments primary aim is to expose the youth and young at heart to the wonderful and unique sport of surfing. We have several tuition packages to cater to any age and skill level. We also offer transportation packages to and from hotels, schools and private residences.

For further information please contact: info@oceansprayapartments.com