The list of reasons sane people wouldn’t build a dive resort on this particular island off the coast of Nicaragua is unending. No medical facilities, no phone service, no reliable electricity, a regularly flooded gut-busting dirt road and even more regularly gut busting canned food would be my top five. Then there’s having to dig your own septic tanks, bales of drug-bust marijuana floating up on rocky beaches, and “insurance” bribes for neighbors to rat on arson threats. But when the full moon rises and casts a shadow over the sparkling sea the shape of a whale I can see why my parents still dream.
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