Landed on the beach, suitcases hoisted over the bow into the waiting arms of passengers. Dragged them to the street, where only cidomos (horse and cart) provided island transportation. Our resort, on a coconut plantation and being seriously upgraded/expanded during our visit, was lovely. Staff so friendly and surprises left in our rooms were delightful:
I was sick the first few days, but after that, we enjoyed biking around the island, diving adventures, our private sunset snorkel cruise, and lounging around the infinity pool. It was unbelievably hot – worse than Vietnam in July – if such a thing is possible. I retreated to my air-conditioned cocoon daily for a bit. Dinners were variable, and Lance and I enjoyed an adventure in the night market. Listed as a “must-do”, other family members were too wary to give it a try. There were plenty of twenty-somethings and locals there, and no wonder: 5 salad choices started at $1.50US
and the addition of each meat or seafood skewer was another $2.50. We realized after that the best option was purchasing a whole fish and having them filet and grill it, but no matter, it was a grand adventure.
Other nights we enjoyed fine dining, and the view from our beach:
Diving was not up to par for a spoiled princess such as me, and the ridiculously warm 95 degree water has taken its toll on the once vibrant reef: most of the coral was bleached and life not as abundant as it once was. Well, I said I wanted to see the reefs before they were all gone, and I’m glad I got a head start on that goal. Ferry back Saturday the 21st (1 year anniversary of moving into the Lodge at suwarrow!) and a long journey home.