My great uncle was very hospitable and offered his place for us to crash at. More than that, he offered one of his vehicles, a personal cook, and a personal tour guide/driver to accompany us, to this island. It sure is beginning to sound like we’re heading off to some uninhabited islands. They were, well almost.
We head out and board a private speed boat. Thankfully, it wasn’t like the pump-boat I previously had to endure. The sea was still choppy, but I had one less thing to worry about.
We arrive at the island’s pier, and the 3 things you first realize are: how remote this islet is, how small it is, and how clear the water really is. It really was about the size of two football fields.
There really is not much to say about this place except it’s awesome, beautiful, and exotic. I practically spend the next two days enjoying tasty meals at our cabins overlooking the water below, snorkeling in crystal clear water, and wondering why the bed sheets have something on it. Nothing like some stains and a dirty mind to foul the mood. They were there before I was. And it sure was to stay that way after I left.
So I do what any normal guy would do, grimace at the sight of it, forget to call room service, remove the sheets and use the in house towels as makeshift sheets. Yeah, I know, those towels probably have it worse. I’m thinking the same, restrospectively. But it seemed like a good idea.