Golden Rock Inn Nevis

“Gingerland, Nevis.” That’s Golden Rock’s address in its entirety. If you're looking for a certain low-tech, low-fuss form of tropical seclusion, an address that simple is a pretty auspicious sign. Set on a hundred acres of jungle hills rising above the Caribbean, Golden Rock is not so much an inn as an aesthete’s playground, a collaboration between the artists Helen and Brice Marden, the providentially named landscape architect Raymond Jungles, and whatever gods are responsible for supplying the unerringly pleasant climate and topography. The pace here, unsurprisingly, is a slow one. The cottages that house the rooms are scattered across the property, and to get around guests follow meandering paths that are sometimes shared with wandering, feral donkeys. (Feral, but pretty relaxed, too.) Nightlife takes the form of croaking tree frogs calling to each other in the dark, and there’s a spring-fed pool, as well as a lovely indoor-outdoor restaurant that’s as much a garden for reposing as it is a place to eat. But the luxury on offer here has more to do with what’s absent — such as noise, light pollution, or any real cause for worry — than with the usual list of resort amenities. It’s just a fact of life that in order to feel like you’ve stepped inside a Gauguin painting, you’ve got to lose the mechanical hum of an air conditioner; here it’s the birds that do all the humming. Each room comes with a porch, veranda, or deck, many with views of the sea and all surrounded by a profusion of tropical greenery.