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Written by Randall Wood
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Thursday, 16 December 2010 |
 We crossed a few stream beds where the water must run several
meters deep during rain storms; dark volcanic rubble polished round
and smooth by the running water glistened in the afternoon sun, but
for now they were dry. From the hilltop (300m) the view was
outstanding: green and rumpled, as far as the eye could see.
The unappreciated jewels of tropical islands are their highlands,
away from the reefs and the crowds, where the breeze turns cool and
the only sound is the call of the birds. |
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Written by Randall Wood
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Thursday, 16 December 2010 |
 We spent our first few nights in the southeast, on Blue Bay, named for
obvious reasons but so truly deserving of the name. An enormous
stretch of coral reef we'd admired even from our descending plane
arches boldly out from the shore, embracing a small, wooded islet and
a shallow bay steeped in a myriad shades of blue. A shallow channel
brought in the rising tide from somewhere behind the islet, and well
beyond that, against the ramparts of coral, thumping waves from the
South Indian Ocean sent mares' tails of sea foam flying towards shore. |
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