When we began our descent to Hamilton Island I couldn’t help but notice that the runway began and ended in the Ocean. Da plane, Da plane! Boss! Keep going through my mind and I was carried back to the 1970’s show, Fantasy Island.
Hamilton Island was a whirlwind fantasy. Where we went snorkeling, on long hikes, deep sea fishing, and a took wonderful sailboat ride into the sunset. The island was by no means rustic, every amenity including a handy golf cart for getting around. Most of the tourists were from Australia and some of the services were a little burly towards Americans. Not that I blame them. They rely on the tourist industry to survive, but would really rather keep this haven to themselves.
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