Of course, we didn't know that's what we'd find. We didn't bother to ask anyone. We just went. We got up early on the day we were to leave and set off for our walk. We thought the islands were completely natural and for all intents and purposes they certainly are... now.
Only wild animals and birds must live there now, in and among what people had built there in the past and left to decay, perhaps after a devastating hurricane which rendered it impractical to restore.
So, what was there? Crumbling stairs and paths, broken portico and viewing platforms, vine covered benches and overgrown gardens and all with near perfect panoramic tropical vistas. It was a hot and sweaty venture though. It was a jungle of sorts, after all, over-grown and tangled up in the ruins. Rather nifty and a bit scary. Let's just say I wouldn't want to find that tangled path in the dark.
Well, we had fun. Tom wanted me to tell you that this is the boat we took to the furthest island....
...and that we got stuck out here. But it's this one which I thought better to show you. Reminds me of Gilligan's boat with a hole in the bottom.