12/6/11
Knowing we are off to an Island and expecting it to be expensive as we are captive there I was dispatched to the shops to stock up on supplies. With enough orange squash, food, booze and sweets to double my bags weight we waddle down to the bus station and board the local bus to the port. So far so smooth. Next we arrive at the port with our pre bought tickets for a transfer to the island. Again so far so smooth. Then we get on the boat for the transfer… First of all I almost crush James’ hand by leaning on it to get onto the boat then the driver decided to drive as fast as he could for the 30 minute journey. By no way a smooth adventure. Sitting at the front of this little speed boat crashing over waves we feel like we are getting compression fractures of every imaginable bone along with the distinct possibility that our head may be severed by the force of the next wave. The only mildly comforting factor is that we have life jackets on.
After 30 minutes we arrive at what can only be described as paradise. James has excelled himself on the beauty and location. Yes it’s a little isolated but it certainly is a little slice of paradise. 15 beech huts on a secluded beech. A few hammocks and a boat or two and that’s about it. As soon as we checked in we were reclining on the beech. Not one for sitting still and admiring the view for very long I hoped into the water for a swim. The water was clear the sea life in abundance and there was even corral in the shallow water. WOW this is what postcards are made of!
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