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The guide book warned that noisy crab-eating macaques are a hazard on this island. Arriving after a long bus journey, I was relieved to see there were no monkey-like figures to be seen - although no crabs either, so the monkeys must have been there recently. However, there were also no humans.

As one of approximately five foreigners on the island, I was fortunate that two Israelis were out-going enough to let me join their holiday, even dropping their Hebrew in favour of English for discussions between the two of them (apart from on one occasion, where one asked the other where they had left the plug-adapter - in English, but the ensuing details of its exact whereabouts were deemed uninteresting to a third party).

The two of them hired a moped and set about rounding up all other survivors who had washed up on the island’s shores, bringing them to our resort (for those unwilling to grant poetic license, please note there was no actual plane crash or shipwreck). Soon enough, we had a lively little crowd, and enjoyed our time on the island immensely. However, I could not find wireless internet access, so in the fullness of time I had to move on.