What if we have just stayed there?
Could we have thrown our phones into the turquoise water, laughed about it one last time, and then turned our back on civilization? There was enough timber to build a hut, and we probably could have managed to get a boat, so one of us could sail every few months to a place where other people live, where you can buy stuff we don’t need anymore. My head was tipsy from one (or two) rum cocktails and the sun. But the thought of just staying there, at Ile Plate, was very, very tempting. It was the only day we spent together—the last day in paradise.
It is hard to sum up my experience into one post, the place has too much to offer