After a harrowing adventure in immigration at the airport where I watched a woman meltdown because she wasn’t getting special treatment and had to <gasp> wait with the rest of the rabble, I collected my bag and met with the folks from the resort. They grabbed our bags from us, loaded us onto a boat and we set off for the island. View of Mali from the boat Another view of the airport from the boat. The bathroom. There were doors that opened to the sea. Unfortunately here were also kayakers who liked to paddle right below that window. The view below the toilet. The room. That door to the left is the bathroom door and where I was standing when I took a picture of the windows over the bathtub. I have lived in apartments smaller than this. Less well appointed too. The patio. The island in the distance is the staff island. Everyone on staff lives there. According to Maldives law they have to be given the same treatment as the guests. We were told they eat the same food as is available at the restaurants. I wonder if they had the same cinnamon soap. Fish The resort has a coral farm. They grow coral in a tank until it is large enough to implant on the reef. I swear those shadowy shapes at the top of the image are rays. Morning glories on the beach. Fruit bat. Same fruitbat. Yes, the same fruit bat. It was a very photogenic fruitbat, okay? This is the chef’s garden. The herbs used in the restaurants on the island are grown here and the fruitbats like to hang out in the trees here. Oh my God! Fruitbat and friend! Every path on the island was white sand. Concrete underneath kept the paths firm while the trees overhead kept them shady. Of course, I didn’t duck into the shade soon enough. Hamock over the water. Paraglider in the distance.No fruitbats this time, just a pretty view. There were cottages in the interior of the island. Believe it or not, they had their own pools. Water. An unsuccessful fruitbat picture. Stork The pylons that my cabin was sitting on. Laying in bed you could feel the tide moving. Itty, bitty black and yellow striped fish. More black and yellow striped fish. Itty, bitty blue fish swimming around the pylons. Closer view of blue fish. Even closer view of blue fish. Crab that I put my finger on while walking down the stairs into the water. Mass of fish around the pylons. Shark. I swear its a black fin shark. They like to hunt at the edge of the light making them extremely difficult to photograph. Water at night and a failed attempt to photograph a shark. In my obsession to photograph sharks, I didn’t realize that I was standing right next to a stork who was also hunting at the edge of the light. The picture looks further away than it was. I was focused on the water when I noticed people at the table to my right pointing at something past me. When I looked to the left that stork was standing less than 3 feet away form me. The burn. I told you I didn’t get into the shade fast enough. I was walking ankle deep in water and burned myself so badly that the muscles in my legs contracted. Side view of the spectacular burn. Night view of the staff island. This fish had a horn. Hard to see, but I swear it had a horn on it’s forehead. View of the beach. It’s all in the details. I think this one is called a pipefish. The business class lounge at Male Airport. It was a really nice lounge.