On a recent two-night/three-day trip to
Needless to say, we felt like the king and queen and life was good.
Heck, we were close to the airport and didn’t mind, joined in on the fun of “waving” to the departing planes to let them know exactly how much fun we were having while they went back to their conventional lives...yah, mon – we were on vacation.
And while tubing was great fun, when we were boated off past the “compound,” I saw unexpected reminders of the world we were being sequestered away from: huts, lined up along the shore that were seemingly abandoned, but were not: most had clothes hanging from the lines in front or on the sides.
I wondered, how could someone actually live there?

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