Togean Temptations
And here is one of the highs:
Imagine a land where it is always summer. Where green islands are dotted in turquoise waters, surrounded by coral gardens. Where dolphins weave through the silvery tapestry of the sea in shouting distance from shore. Where looking into the clear water you can see neon-bright fish darting among the blue-green coral. Where the sultry air is heavy with the scent of flowers.
Always.
Occasionally, brief rain storms lash at the beaches, ruffling the palms and reminding me what the weather is like back home, but here the rain is like a warm shower and the grey sky is incongruous; the tropical sun quickly boils away the clouds like so much steam.
But paradise had not been easy to reach.
After nearly a week of hard travelling, I shouldered my backpack and stepped off the boat, walking along the fringe of golden sand between the sea and the wooden chalets in front of a verdant wall of the jungle.
I had arrived in the Togean Islands with a runny nose and a scratchy throat—great timing, as always.
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