Beach Break: Lovango Cay
You’ve probably heard the tale that says Lovango Cay got its name for its place in Caribbean history as an island brothel (love, and go.) Lovango sits just northwest of St. John, along with Congo Cay (a bird sanctuary) and Carval Rock. Here’s a beach on the north side of Lovango. The opening shot is from the top of Lovango looking out at Congo with Jost van Dyke in the distance. Some fine real estate for sale on Lovango too, but it ain’t cheap. A beach on Lovango Cay, below!
July 18th, 2007 07:52
Hmmm… could this be the future sight of Bongo Bongo Bongo? Speaking of islands for sale I see that in the real estate listings that Thatch Cay is “contract pending”. Anyone have the scoop on who may be buying it?
July 18th, 2007 08:03
much better than the view out my window. we’re having wicked summer thunderstorms here.
July 18th, 2007 08:33
Jeff,
This Just in…….
I’ve got the scoop….yesterday St Thomas had an explosion at one of the major Power Plants….so St John has had rolling black outs… seven people were hurt five of them being Interns…..has nothing to do with Lovango….
July 18th, 2007 18:21
another stunning Beach Break… thanks
March 4th, 2009 04:56
Cute story about the name love an go but that is not a true story. The name was Loango Cay in Danish times. Probably named after the Loango River in Gabon on the West Coast of Africa. Its where the Mingo, Congo and Loango all meet in Gabon.
Been living here (Lovango)for 8 years, one of 4 residents at this time.
It is just as peaceful and tranquil as the video depicts.
Check us out at lovangovacations.com
April 1st, 2010 04:36
Actually, Lovango was named for one of the African tribes, some of whose members were traded away in slavery to the West Indies.
May 24th, 2011 15:34
My mother (nee, Ethel Alfreda Smith) was born on Lovango in 1920 to Juliana DeToy Smith and William Charles Smith (my grandparents are both buried at Coki Point). Mom spoke longingly of Lovango and Thatch Cay (where they lived after Lovango) and missed them immensely, having moved up to Ohio in the early 1940s (where my father was from). Except for a few visits, she never got back to the Islands, as she passed away in 2001. Some day, I’ll go back to visit.