I love the weekend for one main reason: no alarms.
We were to be spending the weekend on an ‘uninhabited’ island. I say ‘uninhabited’ because there were three people who lived there farming palm tree sap.We left at around 2:00pm and after an impromptu drumming session by Asad and his mates we arrived at the island.
I was hoping that because only 3 people lived on the island the beach would be pristine; the island rubbish free. Well… the sand was lovely and soft, the marine life was incredible as always and palm trees encircled the island like a true tropical paradise but there was rubbish. Quite a lot of it too. Finding the most bizarre item that had washed up on the beach could have almost become a game.
Despite this, the remaining afternoon and night was a lot of fun. We hung around to watch the sunset, ate a dinner of fish, spaghetti, noodles and vegetables (the noodles and spaghetti were incredibly spicy), had a dance party where flickering torches became our strobe lights and played Maldivian dodgeball (which, if you are curious, is exactly the same as regular dodgeball).
The night spent sleeping on the beach was not so fun. While we had camped out on a tarp with our sheets the last thing we expected was for the wind to pick up so suddenly. I never thought I would be cold in the Maldives, but I was cold. Freezing. I was just about ready to pull the tarp over me and use it as a blanket of sorts when the men moved us into the hut. It was a lot warmer in there but sleeping on a concrete floor is an experience I don’t really want to repeat.
The next day was spent not doing too much. We got back to Thinadhoo before lunch and were all pretty exhausted from a lack of sleep the night before that we didn’t feel like doing much anyway.
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