A secluded island with only one place to stay, the people who work and occupy this piece of paradise have given it a family feel. No hum of electricity, no Internet, solar powered bamboo huts, generators at night that rarely do the job, you can't even charge anything out here,(a lot of time is spend by candle light) no everyday luxury... absolute peace. I hope you all participated in Earth hour! Living this simply is such a gift to experience...for a few days. God I'm spoiled. But when you have the opportunity to lay on the beach and succumb to all your senses you realize how detached civilization makes you.
Although there are a handful of other people here you always feel you have the island to yourself. The sun shines for you, and when you open your ears you hear the waves crashing against the shoreline, the birds calling to each other, the hum of bugs, the wind in the trees, laughter in the distance...when was the last time you heard more than one thing at a time? Parents of two or more children need not answer.
There are two beaches on the island that can be reached by a bug infested, trek through the jungle. Needless to say I keep my eyes on the ground and hightailed it screaming because there was a centipede every step. Yuck. Which ever side you bask in the sun's glory you will be in the presence of the most turquoise blue waters you've ever imagined. Think blue Kool-Aid, but don't drink it. The brown sugar stretches of sand are dotted with blue and yellow bungalows and the palm trees stretch high over the beach, granting shade.
It seems as though I've taken to relating sand to sugar...perhaps because I end up eating a lot of it. Once again sand cannot be escaped and neither can that constantly wet, salty, feeling on your skin and your clothes. Really smelling like a hippie is disgusting.
Fun fact: women are better at identifying smells then men...this explains why they stink.
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