A dense wedge of cloud stripes the horizon, sprouting a quiff of powdery wisps that sweeps across the sky. I’m sat on the beach in Tamarin – a traditional fishing village on Mauritius’ west coast – watching as the dipping sun backlights the scene with a soft golden glow.

“No woman, no cry,” sings our tour guide at the Bob Marley Museum.
He serenades us with his impressive vocal talents as he shows us around the grand former home and recording studio of the Jamaican icon on Hope Road, in the heart of Kingston (bobmarleymuseum.com; 3434 JMD/£20). With his exaggerated patois, his super-chilled vibe and a tendency to explain everything through Marley’s lyrics, our guide is the personification of all the clichés you’ve ever heard about Jamaica.