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If you believed the glossy brochures, retirement in the Caribbean is a sun-drenched idyll of eternal leisure, cheap rum, and the sound of distant waves lulling you to sleep.
The truth, as ever, is less postcard and more ledger book. Paradise, it turns out, has terms and conditions printed in very small type.
First, there is the matter of cost. One would think that retiring to a small island nation might be cheaper than rotting in a grey suburb of Manchester or Milwaukee. It often is not. Real estate prices, particularly on islands with a whiff of infrastructure, have been inflated by foreign buyers and “lifestyle investors” who use Caribbean addresses the way others collect designer handbags.
Supermarkets stock imported goods at eye-watering prices, medical care can be rudimentary unless you pay dearly, and electricity bills soar like kites when air conditioning is not considered optional but survival gear.
Then there is the problem of scale. Island life is romantic for the first month. After that, the claustrophobia sets in. Everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows your business. A minor faux pas can become folklore by sunset. There are only so many beaches, only so many shops, only so many restaurants. Novelty dies fast, and boredom marches in with dusty boots.
The dream often founders on bureaucratic rocks too. Residency requirements, property ownership restrictions, arcane tax codes — all are navigable, but only if you have patience, a good lawyer, and the stamina to spend months wrestling with officials who measure time with a broken clock. Promises of “easy visas” and “golden passports” often turn out to involve paperwork as thick as a jungle and a price tag fit for a Saudi prince.
Security is another cracked mirror. Caribbean nations vary wildly in safety. Some islands are relatively peaceful; others have crime rates that would make a Chicago alderman blush. Foreign retirees are fat targets, whether for petty theft or more serious threats. Gated communities sprout like mushrooms, offering the illusion of fortress living, but no fence is tall enough to keep out disillusionment.
Social integration is a polite myth. The brochures speak of “welcoming local communities,” and while Caribbean people are indeed often warm and friendly, true belonging is another matter. You are a guest, tolerated if generous and quiet, resented if noisy and demanding.
Building genuine friendships can take years, if it happens at all. More often, retirees cluster among their own kind, building little enclaves that replicate the same suburban banality they supposedly fled.
Health care, the ticking time bomb of retirement, is a decisive factor too often ignored. A broken leg or a gallbladder emergency can be an expensive flight away from adequate care. Local hospitals vary from excellent to appalling, often depending not on geography but on class and cash. Even routine medications may be sporadically available, and you may find yourself rationing pills like a wartime housewife.
And yet, people come. They come for the sun, for the escape, for the fantasy of simpler living. Some adapt. They learn to love the heat, the slow pace, the carnival rhythms of daily life. They plant gardens, adopt stray dogs, play dominoes under awnings, and accept that paradise, like every other place on Earth, is stitched together with imperfections. The wise ones understand that the Caribbean does not bend to your will; you must bend to it.
Retirement in the Caribbean is not a reward for a life well-lived. It is a gamble, and the stakes are high. You are betting that the beauty, the weather, and the myth can outweigh the costs, the limitations, and the small indignities.
Sometimes, the bet pays off. But it is no accident that those who thrive are not the ones who chase the dream, but the ones who quietly, doggedly, build a life with full knowledge that paradise is a place where laundry still piles up and milk still goes sour.
Editor’s Note: The above is a column from a series called If George Orwell Was Alive Now.
George Orwell was an English writer and journalist, best known for his fierce honesty, sharp political insights, and clear, powerful style of writing.
Born in 1903, he witnessed some of the major events of the 20th century, including colonialism, world wars, and the rise of dictatorships. His most famous works, Animal Farm and 1984, warned about the dangers of tyranny, propaganda, and the loss of personal freedoms.
Orwell wrote not for the powerful, but for ordinary people, believing that truth and justice must be defended even when unpopular. His work remains important today because it teaches us to question authority, value free speech, and stay alert to how power can be abused—lessons that are as relevant in the Caribbean as anywhere in the world. Editor.
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