Day 2, and I’ve decided I have no reason to leave this island. The weather is perfect, and the company couldn’t be better. Although landing at the third most dangerous airport in the world on an eight passenger propeller plane was slightly tainting; the journey was well worth the risk. The small island is covered in sand, palm tress, bars, and bikinis. The pure essentials to the perfect vacation or what I call; life. Went down to a beach called Saline today, everything was beautiful as expected, other than the old naked guys running around but hey ya gotta have some bad with all the good.