Sawcolts is a tiny countryside village which is cleverly tucked away in the heart of the Antiguan Rainforest. Most visitors are oblivious to its existence, as it's not home to any major attraction such as a fabulous beach or a national landmark. What Sawcolts has to offer however, is its simplicity and natural beauty.
After turning into Fig Tree drive from Swetes Village, after about three to four minutes, there's a road leading from the main road and goes up a hill. There are several rises and slopes along the way, along with a few curves which gives the road a winding appearance. The lush vegetation which flanked my path on either side, gave the illusion of an asphalt river meandering through the brush.
Sawcolts is a pretty small community, and the vegetation almost appeared to infringe on the homes. Some of the houses sported long green vines which ran amok on their walls, while other properties simply had a beaten path which led from their kitchen step to the street, with all sorts of lowlying plants and grasses encompassing their backyard and front lawn.
The entire village is situated within hilly terrain, and most of the homes are built in the valleys. On top of one of the higher slopes, lies the Sawcolts Methodist Church whose earthy colour scheme almost blends in with the surrounding landscape. The church which is quite modest and charming, could use a bit of restoration work as the paint is seemingly chipping, most likely due to the abundance of precipitation in the area.
Everywhere I looked throughout the village of Sawcolts, I could see miles and miles of trees. Those along the road's edge were mostly mango trees, and the evidence of this were the fallen fruits which lined the sidewalks and gutters. The air had a heavy scent of ripened fruit, which I didn't find to be overwhelming. It just served as a reminder that I was really in the Antiguan Rainforest.
Aside from the trees, there was a shallow ravine which seemed to be a stream which dried up. Many flowering plants were flourishing in the area which I assume to have water stored below the ground. Although I didn't know the name of the flowers, I took a few photos because I thought that their petals were a pretty blend of warm oranges and vibrant yellows.
The community was quiet, apart from a few children who were playing in the street, and several friendly dogs who happily posed for my camera. I never felt as though I was trespassing, but the village was unlike anything one would expect while reading the local tourist brochures.
In my opinion, the country is like an onion. The outside layer is what is represented internationally, but the real meat of Antigua resides in the inner layers which require interest and effort to experience.