Hope Town has always welcomed travellers. Of course, before the lighthouse was built in 1863, it was because local residents were making a handsome living salvaging ships that wrecked on the coral reefs just offshore. The controversy settled, the locals adapted, and the lighthouse still stands—hand-cranked and kerosene lit—reminding all comers that Hope Town is a different kind of place. There are few cars to speak of here; mostly bicycles and golf carts. Colonial-era clapboard houses are the norm, as are bougainvillaea along the streets and alleyways that connect one part of town to another. Here, the world still moves as it did before email, smartphones, and freeways. The locals put it this way: “Slow down. You’re in Hope Town.”