On the boat
The island
The island
The dirty island....
Our local chef, snorkel master, skipper....
The heap of junk we cleaned up...
Luc and Mom
No diving today due to the dive centre being closed as the
support staff has to go to mosque. So we booked a day trip to a “private”
island called Boikaffushi. Set off at nine on a small speed boat with Luc’s new
friend as the skipper. It is a 30 minute ride and we are all happy for the
sunshine that is finally here. From a distance the island looks idyllic with
it’s variations of blue water and white palm lined beaches. Looks like we are going to really have the
island to ourselves.
However, greatly disappointed when we set foot on the
stunning white sand. The beach is littered with plastic bottles and junk. Due to this we decide to camp out right at
the tip – where the beach is clean – but with no shade. We quickly discover
that the sun is no friend! It gets so hot on the sand that we all make a run
for the water. Which at 30 degrees is not any colder! Bonnie and Tyrone spends
the morning tanning IN the water. I join Luc on a snorkelling expedition. The
snorkelling is fantastic! A stunning reef with lots of fish. Luc surprises me
by diving down to about 4 meters and swimming around like a fish.
After too much sun we all move to the shade. Lunch is served
– grilled snapper, fried rice, chicken sausages and salad (and French fries for
Tyrone!). Luc, Tyrone and Callie
ventures into the water for some more snorkelling and I go for a long float in
the sea. We are astounded by the warm, calm water. We all agree that we can
definitely live on this island!
The environmentally
conscience Strydom family decides to do something about the junk on the
beach and collects all the plastic and burn it in a huge bonfire. A choice
between bit of chemicals floating in the air than plastic killing sea life and
ruining the visit of the next group.
We are very sad when we finally leave – became quite taken
on the idea of living on a private island.
TYRONE'S CORNER:
Warm coconut!








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