This is the first place I have travelled to where I have considered not telling people about it. Thus I will not post photos. My guidebook says that this is what everyone is scrambling around Thailand looking for, and I can’t agree more. Mountains rise from the sea, covered in a thick mat of jungle and coconut trees - I’m awed by sweeping bays of deep blue and black basalt outcrops set against deep jungle green. Creaky old bungalows scattered along the thickly wooded slopes overlook a rocky channel of magical aqua-marine water. God was surely in a good mood when she made this place.
It really feels like we are away from civilisation here – there’s a delicious feeling of timelessness and isolation. Coconut trees sway lazily in warm sea breezes, suggesting that the hammock is good place to spend the afternoon, but for me, diving is the preferred pastime. Dangerous currents rip past as the tides change, and the local divers and marine life have adapted to the vicious currents. After a couple of excursions below the water, I’m beginning to get a handle on it. It’s clear that Indonesia’s reputation for world class diving is deserved – I for one will certainly be back.
It really feels like we are away from civilisation here – there’s a delicious feeling of timelessness and isolation. Coconut trees sway lazily in warm sea breezes, suggesting that the hammock is good place to spend the afternoon, but for me, diving is the preferred pastime. Dangerous currents rip past as the tides change, and the local divers and marine life have adapted to the vicious currents. After a couple of excursions below the water, I’m beginning to get a handle on it. It’s clear that Indonesia’s reputation for world class diving is deserved – I for one will certainly be back.
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