My bonkers break in Barbados to unearth the latest travel trend

No jet lag, no days off and maybe no hotel bill. Micro-trips open the door to a new form of tourism – just don't forget the coffee

Last weekend, I went to Barbados… for 43 hours. I know that sounds crazy, but it really wasn’t.

I landed late Friday afternoon, immediately sank two strong rum punches at a beach bar, which rolled into dinner at “Rihanna’s favourite restaurant,” Daphne’s. Saturday was spent snorkelling with turtles and jet-skiing along the glittering blue-green western coast of Barbados. There was just enough time for a long lunch on Sunday before … the eight-hour flight home.

Once you’re in the air, it doesn’t really matter whether your flight is an hour or eight, does it? I didn’t even get jet lag, as I never settled into the Caribbean time zone.