He yesterday I had been full of strong emotions, but every day a new adventure awaited us in the Maldives. And that day was called: «Castaway Island», the shipwrecked island. To start, we had a good breakfast at the Azzurro restaurant, which included eggs Benedict on a slice of English bread with ham and potato wedges.
Later, around half past eleven, we left by speedboat heading north. It was a windless day, and the ocean around us looked more like a lake or a pool. The slight ripples of the water could hardly be called waves. After twenty short minutes, the double-engine boat slowed down and we identified the island where he was going to leave us for several hours. A very small and elongated island, luckily with many palm trees where to take refuge from the sun. Around there were only crystal clear turquoise waters. In fact, when entering the reef very carefully, from the boat you could see perfectly the colorful fish under the surface of the water.
Once over the reef, the boat approached the same sand on the beach to get down almost without getting wet. Hotel employees unloaded a wicker basket and three refrigeration boxes. In the basket were plates, cutlery, napkins, glasses, salt and pepper. In one of the boxes there was ice and soft drinks, in another ice and bottles of water, and in the third boxes with the picnic. Then the boat and the employees left and we stayed alone on the island.
We were alone Several other small islands were visible on the horizon. The ocean's dark blue water became increasingly turquoise over the reef and finally very clear blue next to the beach. As the wind barely blew, the waves that reached the white sand were Lilliputians. The landscape was dreamlike. It was like watching one of those posters of a paradisiacal beach and suddenly crossing the invisible wall and being there, with the feet half buried in the sand of the shore, beaten without force by the water.
Unfortunately, other "shipwrecked" people had visited the island before and left several waste scattered throughout the island. For example, in the shadow of the nearest palm trees we find traces of plastic plugs. And on the beach we discovered soles of flip flops that had been abandoned there for years, probably dragged by the current. Waste management in the Maldives is unfortunately one of the great challenges of this country.
But coming back to idyllic landscape: The first thing that occurred to us was to get into the water near the shore, with a hat, anti UV t-shirts, cream factor 90 Helmet and sunglasses, because the sun on the Maldives burns a lot. There was someone, who was already total prawn, who even got into the water with his parasol. We are dedicated to floating, contemplating and chatting. He was deluxe. When we had very wrinkled hands, we went out and lay on the towels in the shade of the palm trees.
Later we went around the island, walking along the shore of the beach. The island was very photogenic, so we made a thousand snapshots. When we returned to the starting point, we were somewhat tired of the sun, so we sat in the shade and chatted for a while while we had a soda. Later we took out the picnic boxes and ate. Each contained a small seafood salad, a small potato salad, smoked salmon and lettuce, and three sandwiches: one of tomato and cheese, and two of tuna. For dessert there were fruit skewers and brownie of chocolate. Very good everything.