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Diversity And Inclusion – Airbnb

I had written a post about Diversity and Inclusion a while ago. And I am still fascinated by the power of diversity.

I like to travel as some of you know – and I realized that for the last few trips we have always stayed at an Airbnb. I remember being skeptical about the idea initially. What! Do you live in someone’s house? They live there too! How does that work?

But, after the very first one, I was hooked to the idea. I was a total convert. Why do I like Airbnb? And how is it related to Diversity and inclusion. For those of you not familiar with Airbnb – here is the link to the website. But even important is their mission

“Our diverse global community makes Airbnb possible. Building an inclusive platform for all hosts and guests is our greatest goal, and we’re always working to improve it.”

Brian Chesky – co-founder and CEO of Airbnb states the following succinctly.

If you think about it, the very foundation of Airbnb is based on inclusion. You open your houses first to a stranger and then open your hearts to them as well. It is difficult to not like a human after you have ‘really’ seen them. For example, in my most recent trip to Toronto with my friend we were staying with an Asian family – complete with a kid, grandparent, and the parents. It was a very lovely Airbnb – the living room and kitchen was a common area, our bedrooms and bathroom were separated.

And if you are from an Asian culture, you instinctively understand the situation. The grandparent(s) usually travels along with the family to take care of the kid. They did not speak English, and we did not speak Chinese. The first day we were there, we were very polite and just nodded and smiled at each other if we crossed paths. At night the little kid starts crying. My friend and I give each other a look – ‘Kids’ and we went to sleep as the rooms were very well segregated. Next day we saw what they had for breakfast, they saw that we skipped breakfast. We could see the kid viewing us to see what we did, how we did etc. That evening she came up to us with her mother shyly and gave us two candies. Next day we returned the favor. And by that time we had become quite familiar with each other. And when we left, we took selfies. We exchanged our names.

Now, this is what happens in a joint family in India. You live with other people – you ADJUST, and you ACCEPT. This is what makes us a grow as a person. Living in Airbnb reminds me of that. And at the same time in a world where technology is pulling people away, we need more of these instances to remind us that we are all humans who share space on this lovely planet called earth.

I enjoy these tiny, intimate connection with people who I have never met – because it reminds me of our oneness.

Concrete Jungle

A visit to Hong Kong reminded me how much I miss living in a city – a real city with lots of people and buildings so tall that you cannot see the sky.

There are two kinds of people in the world: City dwellers and non-city dwellers. They are very distinct breeds. As a city dweller you would resonate with the following:

Skyline: I prefer watching the skyline at night than sunset or sunrise. There is something very mesmerizing in the lights that shimmer in all the buildings. They tell a story of their own. Transformers was shot in Hong Kong, and now I know why. Hong Kong has one of the coolest skylines – The whole city is a skyline, and it has two of them one on the HK island and one on Kowloon side.

Muggers: City dwellers automatically move their purses/bags to the front in crowded areas to prevent mugging. This is a very natural instinct that they have. You will notice that most of them always have a hand on their valuables.

Getting in trains: This is an art especially in crowded cities like Mumbai. Not only in trains but any overcrowded situations like buses, functions. There is a way to use your elbows and wriggle through crowds, and if you want to take it a step further, you also know how to hold seats for others.

Crowd Management: I noticed that after 2-3 days I was getting into the rhythm of HK. Walk on one side where a line of people is moving in the same direction as yours, look at the ground. There are etiquettes here too – when to bypass somebody etc.

Click this link to see the fast pace in cities

People in cities are not polite – not because they are not friendly people but because there are other high priority tasks – mere politeness is useless. Like we got a ticket from customer service in the subway in Hong Kong and before I could even say Thank You he had moved over to the other window to help another customer. He glanced at our window, and when he found us standing there, he asked if everything was ok. Because people don’t wait around at his windows unless something goes wrong.

People do not smile at each other like how they do in other less crowded places. Here if you smile at each other, it is considered suspicious behavior. Again, not because they are not friendly people because when there are other things at stake like getting home – such niceties take a back seat.

All this does not mean those city dwellers are not connected. On the contrary, there is an intense bond which comes by sharing the city together, elbowing to get into the train, bypassing the tourist who is wasting everybody’s time, shared looks when subway breaks down, shared the joy when lights come up on a tall skyscraper. This connection goes beyond words and mannerisms that the rest of the world seems to follow.

Living in a city makes me feel connected even if I do not smile at strangers or say Thank You to everybody. Somethings run more in-depth, and you have to experience them to know it.

Not all who wander are lost

I remember somebody telling me about their best friend who has known them since childhood. Most people will probably say, ‘Awwww, that’s so nice.’ Not you, you are thinking – ‘That is so scary, why would I want that?’

You have lived in a place for five-plus years, and the locals ask you – “Is this place home?” And your answer is ‘No’ or if you are polite – you laugh and beat around the bush.

When people talk about exploring new places – going somewhere new – your heart gives a little tug.

If you resonated with the statements above, then you know what I mean by ‘Plight of an expat.’ These are people who have lived away from their so-called “Home” for so long that it is no longer home. And not having a home is their home now.

The world is made up of two kinds of people: those who travel and those who don’t. And for the most case, I do not think this is a choice – I believe some people are just wired that way. (There are exceptions always but still) These people never live in one place for long. They get bored of places, people, routines. They like change. And in most of these cases, these people moved around a lot growing up, and that’s the only life they know. Sounds familiar! And it is hard to explain to somebody who hasn’t experienced this about the feeling of not belonging anywhere.

This blog is dedicated to people who know what I am talking about and to raise awareness about global nomads. Yes, they exist. These people have a culture and social norms of their own.
They speak a language which is not rooted in one place but applies to everybody because nobody is from one place.
They are not asking the other person to conform to their ways but expand their’s to include others.
They understand that what is right for them might not be appropriate for others and they are ok with that.
They are willing to experience your ways and customs because they want to connect with you.
They want to know more about you because they are curious, they want to expand, they like change and diversity.

For a global nomad, they know nothing else – this is their life as they know it. I could go on and on and on. World today needs more of the above. Even if we cannot travel – we can expand our boundaries, bring awareness to the world outside of us. Be more welcoming to others in our life. We are all humans, and we all experience the same emotions of joy, happiness, anger. The barriers created by words, boundaries on earth are artificial and built by us and can be broken by us. But for that to happen, we have to recognize that we have created this and the person on the other side is us – we are all alike and not different.

And if you find it hard to follow then travel – go live somewhere else, experience somebody’s world and see yourself reflected in them.

Happy New Year. #Sydnye

Happy New Year All.
This year we were in Sydney for the New Years and decided to do what we never did even once in the seven-year we lived in London. Watch the fireworks in person. A well-organized event in Sydney. There are different vantage points. The one we chose was the McMahons point – it opens from 8 am – 1 pm but capacity is limited to 15000. We reached there at 4:00 – the place was packed. We managed to squeeze in our three chairs somehow and just sat there ignoring the irritated looks of the people next to us. We could see the Opera house on the left, Harbour Bridge in front of us and then a sea of people with humongous colorful umbrellas and tents.

Around 4:00 pm it was still hot in Sydney, so everybody was applying sunscreen on a regular basis, but as the evening cooled down, tents come down, people wore sweatshirts to protect themselves from the chilly winds. And by that time we had practically become family to our initially unfriendly neighbors. The huge crowd of thirteen teenagers and one mom who was parked in front of us were asking us to move closer as their tent come down. I was tapping my feet to their music. We even sang happy birthday to somebody in the group at midnight. Somethings happen only in cities – where strangers share intimate, private moments and then go back to being strangers.

I was quite impressed by the portable toilets. There were about 20 toilets at the lower level and maybe another five male toilets at the upper level. That meant roughly one bathroom for 600 people. The queues were thirty minutes to one hour long. But they were all clean and operational even at 11:30 pm. Now that is an impossible feat if you ask me – hats off to the planners.

As we started getting closer to midnight, I could feel the excitement building up in the air. People got their glow necklaces, bracelets, and headbands. Now that it was dark we noticed the projections on the wall on the two sides of the bridge. And as a teaser, they release fireworks for five minutes at 8:30 and at 10:30 pm. People would gather and stand up as it neared those times.

Fireworks were shot from the boats behind the bridge, and they lighted up the bridge. It looked as if the bridge itself was a silent spectator enhancing the beauty of the fireworks. The way wind was blowing all the smoke shifted towards opera house which looked like three priests looking out from their cowls in the darkness. The display for five minutes was so dazzling that I found myself looking forward to the twelve-minute show at midnight.

And soon enough after a surprisingly quick 8 hours, the final countdown started from 75 seconds. And there was silence as the fireworks exploded like there was no tomorrow (which was true for 2017). There were different types of fireworks with varied colors. Some were concentric circles of different colors. Kids immediately labeled it as a rainbow. Then there was golden rocket which sprouted a dozen others as it fizzled out. And they made full use of the bridge. They shot upwards from the top of the bridge; there even was a golden waterfall at the end from the bottom of the bridge. The trains still going across the bridge just made the experience even more surreal. Crowds Oohed and Aahed with the rhythm of the fireworks. Little kids perched on their dad’s shoulder watched with their mouths open, finger pointed, but no voice came from them. As the frenzy grew so did the fireworks, it was like without a break.

When it was all done we made our way back home taking the miracle of the fireworks – Thank you #Sydnye (Syd New Year’s Eve). We could not have found a better way to usher in the New Year.

London – A walk down the memory lane

We lived in London for seven years before moving to Columbus. I am fortunate enough to have explored London in different phases. You experience a different London when you are a student – a different one when you are working – a different one when you are on paid holiday. London is the locus if you are into traveling so a lot of people visited us – in fact my dad used to joke that our place was like a B&B and with that comes a truckload of memories. Also the time in London was my phase of self-exploration and I spent a lot of time with lots of people – which again has a lot of memories attached to it. When we lived in London it wasn’t evident but when you come back to London I realized how every place/cafe at least in central London is like a memory stone.

Next year we would have spent five years in Columbus. And one would think that London would feel strange after having lived in Columbus for so long. But thankfully that wasn’t the case. It felt like as if we had never left – like we belonged..

Primarily its because of the connection with the people. I met up with my friend – Ranjani and we started off where we left. It was just like old days – we curled up on the sofa with a throw, had tea and chatted. It’s funny how somethings never change or rather they just follow the same path – we joke about her tea making process, spoke about common friends before moving onto what’s happening in our lives. It’s a straight cut to the chase – no formalities or talking about the weather if you get my drift. Such interactions are precious.

Another reason is the city itself – everybody is from outside so if you have led a nomadic life then you know what I mean.

One morning we went to one of our regular haunts Costa café on Tottenham Court Road and plonked down with our electronic devices. The old couches had been replaced with the swanky chairs but the drink/ambience was the same. And then one of our friends Nick walked in and it seriously felt like old days. There is something so comfortable about hanging out with old friends – almost like muscle memory feels very familiar and comforting. And it happens on its own.

We spent a lovely day with another couple talking about food, being vegan, cycling, podcasting, dance classes. The range of topics we talk about is so different because London opens up your horizons – just living in a city which is so diverse in every which way makes you more accepting and broad minded. As you walk down streets or in the tube and you hear people talking in their native language it feels like home. I don’t feel like an outsider any more – I feel like I belong.

Walk down the SouthBank with one of Adam’s good friend – Viktor made me feel like we had never left London. The same familiar sights – book market/ Wahaca food truck/ ping pong and the hoards of people crossing from Waterloo station to South Bank. It felt so familiar – things have changed and they haven’t

We even made it out to my old Flat in St. Johnswood and as we crossed over to Regent’s park the single decker red 274 Bus was a familiar sight. We have so many memories associated with this bus. It was our single connection to the school while we were students at London Business School. And most of the time it was a race between us and the bus to see who could get there faster. And it was funny how every time you waited for the bus it never showed up and the minute you decided you had enough and you want to walk to school it will show up.

The first few days have been a whirlwind however they filled up my reservoir of memories in my emotional tank which I did not realize needed filling.

Island with no Stallions

This is a different blog than usual – it’s about our trip to Mackinac Island (pronounced Mackinaw). I am done with my quota of touristy things like visiting every point of interest, going to all the top restaurants. Thanks to my stint in London, UK, my friend Ranjani and my husband I have had my fill of it. As prof. Rao says in his Creativity and Personal Mastery says “You Cannot Leave Desire, Desire Has To Leave You.” And the desire has left me.Those were good times but my focus at that time was checking my list rather than enjoy the city for what its worth. I am drawn to the human stories or little nuggets that most don’t know about but it wasn’t my primary focus.

Anyways, so weekend trip to Mackinac Island – first of all there are no cars on the islands just bikes and horse buggies. The words – Taxi, Shuttle, Uber will bring you something like below:

The horse drivers were all very interesting – they come up for 4-6 months and then take off to their winter homes.One of our drivers had been doing this for 10 years. There is no certification needed to drive a horse buggy – they give you some training and then you are on your own. You have to learn how to do a three-way turn/U-turn on the tiny winding mountains roads filled with bikes/people and kids – need I say more. We got talking to one of the drivers and I asked him if they breed horses in the island and he said, “No, there are not stallions on the island. There might be some males but the ones who cannot reproduce.” Reason being that horses are matriarchal society so if you put a male/female together in a cart female is trying to outrun the male but the male has bigger hoof-steps than female so makes for a very bumpy ride. [An interesting article that talks about the matriarchal society in horses]

Life on an island must be very interesting as the island is your home. Our lovely puppy got all the fan fare he wanted – the day we showed up a young kid with hair as long has he was tall showed keen interest in Aki. We got talking and it turns out his name is Dex, he lives in the island all year long, he is in 3rd grade and goes to the Mackinaw public school. He hitched a ride on his bike alongside our shuttle. Next day morning we ran into him and a bunch of his friends in the woods – apparently they were building a fort. And then in the afternoon he comes along with this bunch of friends and offers to give Aki a walk for 2$. When Adam said he will think about it, he said he would even do it for free. He and his friends were having a lot of fun – you could see that they belonged and they were not just visiting.

This post will not be complete without mentioning Aki. He is a social crutch for me – conversations with strangers don’t have to awkward, no more small talk as people like to come up and say all sorts of things. I am listing some of the common things.
Person1:”What kind of a dog is he?” Anu: “Shiba Inu” Person 1:”Shiba Unu” [for some reason its hard to say shiba inu the first time you hear it]
Person2:”Can I pet your dog?” Anu: “Yes, you can.” [This is my favorite]
Person3:”Do you know your dog looks like a fox?” Anu:”Yes, I do” [Sometime I feel like responding with a sarcastic – really I never noticed.]

And here is the photo of the famous dog Aki who left his indelible mark at the island

Belize Trip – final

Trip to Belize was the best break I could have ever asked for. It was a complete switch off from our daily routine which forced us to just chill out. Life on an island is so quiet and calm – all you hear is the sound of the birds and water. Now I know why Island time is different.

I thought I would finish off this mini travel series on Belize trip with some wonderful memories.
Serenity Point: This was the furthest point on our little island called Serenity Point. Adam and I spent many hours here journal-ling/sitting down with our legs in water and watching sunsets. We did yoga here once and the best pose was the back bend as I could see the sea being up and the little huts hanging from the sea.
This was also a key snorkeling starting point – we saw many starfishes/schools of fishes and conch shells.

Hammocks: Reading a Jack Reacher Thriller with a mango-colada in hand while swaying gently in a hammock with the sea breeze. This is my dream come true. We had a lot of fun in these hammocks – naps, watching a hermit crab climb up my jar or just chilling out. I am tempted to get a hammock and put in our bedroom now.

Locals: I love interacting with people – there are some very special moment when you bond with people. We were walking to the beach from our bungalow and we saw the staff cutting fish on the side. I asked them if it was dinner. One of them responded – yes. And he picked up the fishes to show them off. Adam decided he will take a photo. And all of a sudden everybody became very silent and serious – it does happen when you have a camera in front of you. I said – ” you should smile.” And it broke the ice somehow and everybody laughed [I wish I had the laughing photo too ].

Food: I don’t know what I was expecting but the food was just so healthy, home-made and delicious. The desserts were not the best but I am not a big dessert person either or you could always have a mango colada. We had a fish hash for breakfast once which was just out of the world and lobsters/fishes we had for dinner were amazing. Coming from India it’s important for me to have spiced food and the island menu hit the right note.

Stars: Lying in an hammock and watching the stars pop up on sky before the moon rising with the sea breeze and water lapping was another awesome experience. I had only read about such experiences before. I even saw a shooting star. These are moment where you forget who you are and are just lost in the experience – one with nature. One of those moments when everything is so perfect and all thoughts drop you leaving just the one.

Sign-off: I am grateful for the lovely trip to Belize and I know I will have a part of Belize with me always. Thank you for following my Belize Series and Thank you universe.

Link to Day 4

Belize Trip – Day 3

My Dad is a big fan of reading all the self-help materials he can get his hands on. And as a child he encouraged me to do the same. I used to take the clippings from the newspapers/magazines and file them away. I lost the folder but I still remember a few things or quotes that stuck with me. The quote was “Always do something in your life that scares you.” At that point it was just an quote that called out to me and like all such quotes it remained dormant until the student was ready.

Since I took Creativity and Personal Mastery in London Business School, I have been on a spiritual journey and worked through issues in my life. I have been doing yoga and meditation since then and these things help you along your journey with obstacles and some breakthroughs.

Initially any book that I read or any movie that I watched in the spiritual genre my reaction was “Wow, that’s so cool.” And then it was about talking about how it applied to my life and how it applied to others and sharing the experience. And then at some point without even internalizing it all I had internalized most of it. And now I am not drawn to movies or books in the same way as I GET them now.

Similarly, trials and tribulations in my life and the life of others do not interest me in the same fashion as they did before. I am beginning to realize that this is life, this is human predicament. If it’s not this issue and then it’s another issue. I am sure all this sounds jaded, right? And I would agree with you that I am jaded.

And this is where the quote about doing something scary in your life makes sense to me and called out to me. About two months ago I knew I had to join swimming classes – there’s no major reasoning behind it just had to do it. Now, as a kid growing up in India you are not encouraged to spend time on activities other than studying which is what I did diligently. However, my brother who for some reason was going to swimming classes decided he was not going to the classes and locked himself up in the toilet when the time came for him to go. My parents being the middle-class parents in India decided not to waste the money and got me going instead.

I was overjoyed and honestly don’t recall much of the classes except that there were days when I was scared to let go off the railing until my dad threatened to stop taking me to the classes. And I swam even if it meant with my head above the water. And after that I never got into swimming pool for another ten years maybe.

So, I had taken just three swimming lessons before coming to Belize. And I admit openly that I am scared of the water, well more so of the water getting into my nose. I made progress in the last three classes I had and I am slowly beginning to realize that it’s all about practice and telling your subconscious that it’s ok.

Right, so this is where I was when we landed in Belize. And as you know already we are on an island and if I didn’t get into water there was no point. So I was mentally prepared to get into water and have been doing so diligently every day. I can even admit to actually relaxing and enjoying a few moments of them. I learnt how to float on my back at least until water splashes over my face and I end up drinking salt water. My body probably contains more salt water than the Caribbean sea at this point.

Yesterday we decided to try snorkel – and until we actually tried it I was scared – you are literally breathing inside water. We tried it in shallow water first, I held Adam’s hand and snorkeled around with him. Then we actually snorkeled our way to a neighboring island. It is really cool to see under the water – see and touch starfish, see the coral, sponge or seaweed swaying while the sunlight plays with them. Even though I made it, I was still scared that something might happen. But, I am keeping at it and someday it won’t be a big deal. As somebody said – most battles are fought within our mind and I totally agree.

While we were walking to dinner there were some Bocce balls lying around and Adam asked if I wanted to play. And my instant response was – “No, I am tired of doing things that I do not know how to do.”

Link to Day 2

Belize Trip – Day 2

The idea of the Belize Series is to give you a taste of the key things we did mixed with my thoughts. As you probably remember from last post that Belize is a tiny island which you can walk from end to end. It has about six over water bungalows and six cabanas and few villas – so all in all less than 20 accommodations. And while we were there we had about dozen people staying and dozen staff like the adventure guide/bartender/chef/manager etc.

And the meals are communal except breakfast which is served as you show up. Lunch and Dinner are communal and on these long tables outside or inside depending on the weather. Even though I am an extrovert I wasn’t looking forward to talking or making small talk. Small talk was something that went from high to low on the liking spectrum in the last few years.I would rather keep quiet than make small talk.

Let’s do a flashback, if that’s even possible but you get the idea. I went to London to do my MBA in London Business School. I was new there in terms of the social circle and so were majority of the other students who had come for the MBA. We all formed our circle of friends and bonded closely. Before MBA, I was never exposed to this wide range of network and newness of the social circle. Growing up in India , I also wasn’t completely at ease with all the conversation starters and questions that people asked – “How was your weekend?” or “What are your plans for Friday?”. With its proximity to Europe and large number of holidays there’s the typical question of – “What are you plans for the long weekend?” So, I started preparing these answers beforehand as to what I would say and be done with it. This was beginning of my story creation.

And then soon the story creation expanded to my dating Adam – “What’s going on with you and Adam?” and then wedding plans, the long term relationship and babies. Or How’s my job? How’s my mediation going? Am I still going to Bikram Yoga every day – why did I start doing it every day – why did I stop doing it every day – why did I switch to ashtanga yoga? I had all the answers and story ready. And why was this a problem – well, if you repeat a story enough times then there is social pressure attached to it which in some ways ends up shaping your life and I was tired of it.

When we left London – our social circle was quite busy. I remember telling Adam that I was either having lunch/dinner with somebody or deciding when to have lunch/dinner with them. And that meant a steady stream of stories.

Then universe did its thing and we moved to Columbus where our social circle is far and few which is exactly what I wanted and with that the realization that I don’t have to prepare stories. I can just do what I want over the weekend and forget about what I did. There’s still that question of weekends but it’s usually just at home or dinner with in-laws so not much preparation there. Now, I do understand that this is an ice breaker and an important social ritual. It was actually quite a relief moving to Columbus.

How’s this all related to Belize? So when we had our first communal meal the memories came flooding back. Here, the typical question was “What did you do today?” We came to the island to do nothing and plan on doing nothing as well. This is when I realized that I had stopped creating stories at least for conversation sake.I had found the freedom to live life the way I wanted.

Stories to play a huge part in my life but different kinds – the one about Karma Kitchen, the quote from my prof., or an interesting BBC article on why we pick our nose.

Here is to Stories – Signing off with virgin Mojito in Thatch Caye. [With an empty glass and a hermit crab]
Link to Day 1

Belize Trip – Day 4

The plan for Belize was to do nothing. It did not mean that we will just sit on the beach and drink virgin coladas all day long. What it meant was rest and relaxation and I believe we succeeded. First night in, I had a plan on what I was going to wear, when to meditate and when to do yoga. Next day it was only what to wear and the third day it was just wake up. We definitely marched solidly on the trajectory towards rest and recuperation.

Our usual routine was quite simple actually – wake up, meditate – do yoga [optional] and journal. After that it was a solid two hours of snorkeling – I am beginning to enjoy it now. And we have snorkeled at all the docks in the island. And then shower and it’s time for lunch. I am a pescaterian and every meal has been a delight. I have had sea food every meal and I am not bored yet. They do have this amazing hot sauce which might be the reason for it but the different varieties of fishes/lobsters and shrimps have been amazing.

The Belizean delicacies like zucchini fritters/breads remind me of India. Even the way the fish is spiced is very much like how my mom makes them. And the hammocks are made of a material that we use as carpets in India. Either I am missing home or this place is a lot like India.

And just as I was writing the blog, Adam got one of the staff to take our photos together. After he took the photo he said, “My name is Pablo.” And we introduced ourselves and he asked where we are from. We said states and then I added that I am Indian. His face lit up, he said he is also Indian and his first language is Mayan. I laughed and said I am from a different Indian country. He said that I remind him of his sister in law and that she is teacher in the university of Belize.I just added this little encounter to say that this is what happens when we are doing nothing – these little encounters, the tiny moments.

Going back to our routines, after lunch its nap time in the hammocks with the sea breeze. And here’s a photo of the hammock as well.

In India, for babies they don’t have cribs instead they take sarees [which are nine-yard long cloth that women drape themselves in] and tie the both ends to a hook in the ceiling so it’s like a cradle. Babies sleep in them and the mothers usually rock them gently in the cradle. As a baby I spent a lot of time in the cradle and got a lot of rocking done by my parents and extended family. Sleeping in the hammock with the sea breeze gently rocking the hammock reminded me of the cradle. The point I am making is that I slept like a baby, literally.

And then wake up and go kayaking – so we went around our island twice. Yesterday we made the trip to the bird island. The sea was really choppy and the waves were coming head on so in a few minutes in I was floating in the water in the kayak. Once you enter the water there’s no point in saying I am wet. It even rained for a bit. We did make it to the island – its more like a reserve and it was nesting season. I do not know the names of the all the birds but there were some interesting ones – there was this one bird which was all puffed up with its red chest. Lots of pelicans. We went around the island and made our way back hoping to find calmer waters but the wind was even more choppier. We ended up paddling on just one side as the water was pushing us to one side.

Then come back, nap again – read book or play a game and it’s time for dinner. And then go to bed. In essence that’s our typical day like.Chilling out lounge – coco bar as shown.

There are excursions from the island like coral reef snorkeling/lobster hunt/island hopping and almost everyone on the island made it to one of them. We were probably the only ones who did not and as I said we were here to do nothing and that’s what we did. We got to unwind, relax and spend quality time with each other which we haven’t done in ages. And had a good time.

Signing off with coconuts as I watch the sunset.
Link to Day 3