The final leg of our journey involved a hop over the reef edge, right into the heart of a coral atoll. As ever, beggars can’t be choosers so we hitched a lift with a ferry full of workers (right). Once on dry land we had to arrange our sleeping quarters. Island life is basic at best and whilst the option of a bungalow was made available, tents seemed a much better idea if only you keep biting bugs away.
~Home, sweet home~