By Liz Fleming
If you love the heat of the Caribbean but long for a touch of
European sophistication, the tiny island of Curacao might be
just what you're looking for. 
One of the ABC islands of the western Caribbean, located just
35 miles north of Venezuela, Curacao has the hot vibe of a
beach getaway destination, combined with the well-kept,
reserved elegance that comes from its Dutch heritage.
It's a curiously captivating collection of contradictions.
While you'll find none of the nude beaches so popular on other
Caribbean islands, Curacao has a legal brothel called Campo
Alegre - Spanish for Camp Happiness. It operates in a fairly
standard manner six nights of the week, but - just for a little
change of pace - opens its doors to all visitors on the seventh
night, welcoming non-working girls to its dance floor and
open-air roof bar.  Now even the most buttoned-up Canadian
women can boast that they've spent an evening in a brothel -
and kept their virtue firmly intact.
Curacao takes a refreshingly honest approach to other issues as
well.  Although many Caribbean islands might prefer to
forget the shameful roles they played in the history of
slavery, Curacao hides nothing.
Originally inhabited by the Caiquetios Tribe, an Arawak Indian
tribe from South America, Curaçao was colonized by the Dutch in
1634.  Shortly thereafter, the enterprising colonists
began importing slaves from Africa to sell throughout the
Caribbean and in the southern United States. The fascinating
Kura Hulanda Museum, built next to one of the island's most
elegant hotels, not only celebrates the rich history of black
cultures around the world, but also puts an unblinking
spotlight on the tens of millions of Africans who were forced
into labour in so many countries. This is a museum well worth
giving up a few hours of sun to visit.
The well-manicured capital city of Willemstad is a UNESCO world
heritage site filled with immaculately painted candy box
houses.
Be sure to build in an afternoon to visit the spectacular Hato
Caves. A climb down steep stairs carved into a mountainside
leads to a series of watery caves where escaped slaves hid to
practise their native religions.  Stalagmites and
stalactites mesh like stone teeth as the waves wash through and
you feel as if, like Jonah in the mouth of the whale, you've
climbed deep into curiously captivating Curacao.