The guys set up our picnic, complete with umbrella to protect us from the wind, picnic blanket, and deck chairs. And then they left us and took the boat back to Royal Davui. It was literally just us, in the middle of the ocean, on a tiny island of sand. We looked at each other, ran around the island shrieking and jumping around, and after eating our delicious picnic of salads and fancy sandwiches and gooey chocolate brownies and prosecco, we ran into the water and lay there floating in the shallows.
The wind suddenly picked up and in the distance it looked as though a storm was coming in with big black clouds peeking over the horizon. The gentle laps of the water quite quickly began to grow in size and urgency whilst the dark clouds sped toward us, and as we looked at each other with wide eyes in panic, the umbrella soared into the sky and fell all the way over the other side of the sand cay, the arms twisted and broken.We raced back to the picnic set-up and sat on the chairs to stop them blowing away, and used the emergency mobile phone to call the resort and explain the ‘situation’ haha. They immediately sent the boat to collect us. We put our cover-ups back on to stop them blowing away and took some more photos to keep ourselves occupied, and after what felt like forever the men arrived to rescue us!
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