It's not always paradise in paradise
Trip Start Dec 10, 2011
60Trip End Sep 29, 2012
I get up super early to get to airport at 6.30am, hang around till after 10am or so before flight board, board a 12 seater which really does not look safe to fly, it seems like I am on someone's toy plane from everything like the boarding pass to the announcements the pilot makes which was generally don't worry it is going to be alright! Or at least I think that is what he says in Spanish.
We arrive and I am met by a lady speaking Spanish, she tells me after a quick welcome that there is a problem for me arriving today and that I should have come earlier... to which I said I was early at the airport and that I will have to leave on the 3pm flight. I ask her what the time is now ( I don't wear a watch in case it gets stolen) and it's already 11:30am and I am not even on the island where you can snorkely yet, so that's all about 3 hours in paradise, something tells me it's not all paradise in paradise :)
The island is super hot, my friends told me it would be even after wearing factor 45 liberally all day and in shade a lot I still have a glow of dark red lobster colour for the next two days after my trip.
I enjoy my fish lunch brought to me by a little boat and soak up some rays and do a bit of snorkelling, I see a few fish but not so many.
I suddenly realise as I am lying on the beach, with this view and it's a moment like this that should be shared with someone special and that I'm here alone. This and the traveling part is when I notice I'm on my own doing this, the rest of the time I don't think about it as I never feel alone as I meet people and chat to them every day.
A young boy arrives by boat to tell me I have to go, I am not ready still in a wet bikini and just had my starfish moment demonstrating my amazing photography skills of taking a photo of myself in one hand whilst holding a starfish!
No I need more time. I complain a lot about this and tell the organiser I am not happy she gives me the manager name to check if I can receive a refund. I board the flight literally using my towel still to shake the sand off of my wet body and throw my sundress over my head and a cardigan.
That was a short trip to a small island but beautiful and still worth it.