Our Room

Outside our room, number 128.

The Indian Ocean was just a few feet away from our door.

Our very own private palm tree.

John sheltering from the sun under our palm tree.

Linda guarding the beer bottles.

We couldn't understand why the beach was always deserted.

On the M1 - the main track that runs the length of the island.

The room boy kept decorating our bed with bougainvillea and hibiscus flowers.