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Fiona Dunlop

Writing for Definitive Caribbean offers a fantastic opportunity to dig beneath the surface of a sometimes misjudged part of the globe. Blinding white beaches and superb hotels are of course a huge part of the picture, but the incredibly detailed coverage of this website also steers more adventurous travellers to hidden secrets, luscious food and the quirkier aspects of local culture. I look forward to contributing to DC's acknowledged expertise and being part of a dependable, authoritative and highly respected team.quote_close

Biography

Fiona Dunlop is a travel and food writer, over the last 20 years authoring a dozen travel guides (on countries from India, Indonesia and Vietnam to Guatemala, Mexico and Spain), three gastro-travel books (the latest is Real Mexican Food) and numerous features for European and British press (including the Financial Times, Observer, Independent, Sunday Telegraph, CNN Traveller). Art, design and architecture are other areas of interest she has covered extensively.  She has a particular passion for the Hispanic world and its radiating culture, starting from her house in Andalucia, and works for National Geographic as an expert on its Spanish expeditions. When not travelling, she lives in London. During 2012, Fiona will be developing the Definitive Guide of the Dominican Republic and the Definitive Guide of Cuba.

My Caribbean favourites

A few of my favourite Caribbean experiences:

Negotiating epic speed bumps and dirt tracks to reach the vast and salty Lago Enriquillo, in the unspoilt southwest of the Dominican Republic, was a feat. But it was worth it for the extraordinary lizard life and sculptural cacti studding the deserted island in its midst.

Driving round more remote parts of the Dominican Republic is a truly sociable experience, as the lack of road signs forces you to shout out to nearby cars and ask for directions. The enthusiastic, wildly gesticulating response is really something.

I shall never forget being invited to join the percussion of a Cuban 'son' band playing in Baracoa, in the lushly beautiful Guantanamo province. After five minutes or so of my less than rhythmic contribution, the ageing leader of the band gently removed the wooden instrument, smiled and shook my hand.