Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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It affords me yet another day of doing nothing. I wander down the one street, taking a few pictures as I go. It really is a pretty unremarkable place. The lack of photographs will either echo that, or the fact I've been so damn lazy. I decide to take a stroll along to find Mike's new home.
Getting away from the dive centre nonsense isn't that hard, and you can start to at least attempt to acknowledge this is an island community in its own right. Slightly off the beaten track you find residents homes, small churches, schools and businesses. It makes you wonder just what the locals feel about this invasion of outsiders, constantly taking over their island
Buildings can be divided into two types. Those that are still standing, and those that aren't. Most are made from wood built on concrete stilts. Every house appears raised off the ground in some way. Many have rotted away, and are nothing more than empty shacks for the wind to whip through. Occasionally you spot dwellings that have had substantially more money spent on them. Is it little surprise to find American owners swinging from the porch bench?
On land, the mode of transport appears to be dominated by some kind of motorised vehicle. By the looks of things, anything goes so long as it isn't a car. Mopeds, quads, tuk tuks, motorbikes, golf carts, motocross bikes...you name it, its tearing up and down the one street with wild abandon. Nobody seems to bother either with age, or if you have any qualifications in driving these machines at all. You could as well be a nine year old who won her licence in a raffle.
Quite a fair peg off the main street I find Mike's riding stable home; with Mike nowhere to be found
Errrr. That's about it. Again. Perhaps something really exciting will happen tomorrow. Perhaps I will be able to eat more than a banana. Perhaps I'll get hit by one of these damn motorcycle children. Stay tuned to find out.