Our vacation in the Maldives a few weeks ago was perfect, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.
It seemed as if we were in a natural paradise…but “natural,” these days, isn’t always what it seems:
There were no mosquitoes:
The beaches were clean and smooth:
There were lovely palm frond shelters around the pool and along the beach:
Someone walked around almost every evening at dusk and fumigated for mosquitoes; teams of men raked the beach in the early morning and late afternoon; these women sat for hours one day and wove new “native” shelters for the poolside cabanas.
One of the divers, Sabu, who led the snorkel trips had worked at Kandooma for four years. He, and a number of other workers, live on the island directly across the channel from the resort:
Sabu likes the Maldives, loves the water. But when he looks across the channel from his village to the resort, I don’t think he sees Paradise.
I think he sees a job.