This island is paradise. However I think only when it isn’t raining. It was raining. But you could still see it was gorgeous. But it was wet. And when I say wet I mean absolutely torrential bat-shit crazy rain. I went to a nearby internet cafe as our hotel PC was stuggling under the weather conditions. During this time the rain stepped up to another level. I thought I’d make a run for the hotel. A couple of seemingly old dears were slowly ambling in front of me with umbrellas. “What inconsiderate clowns” I thought. “Do they have to walk so slow?” So I legged it past them only to discover the reason their pace was laboured. All of a sudden I was wading in about 20cm of water. So as I legged it passed them I managed to splash all and sundry. It was pointless running as 1 second under this rain was enough to soak you through, so every further second was an inevitable accumulation of insults to injury. Still. Lovely place. Look even in the rain. These photo’s were however taken on the moments when the rain let up. You knew that of course.
The owner of our hotel didn’t beat around the bush when it came to colour schemes.
This place was called the black beach. There was black sand. You work the rest out.
The rain fell and fell and fell. And when we left it was still falling. Showing extreme cunning I located what I had calculated to be the best seats on the boat for hour hour long journey back to the mainland. I honestly couldn’t have picked a worst spot. No-one was as wet as us.
