If only the locals loved their islands like we do. Rubbish is everywhere. Here is a gem of an island, paradoxically accessible only some 12 miles from TTSA yet with a remote aura about it, yet strewn with rubbish despite it being uninhabited! 30 years ago it was a leper colony. When a cure was found overnight it became deserted. Empty, overgrown houses with beds outside makes it feel quite eerie. We were the only ones anchored on the island, the fireflies coming out after dark on a complete silent and moonless night made it seem as though spirits of long lost leprous souls were haunting the place. Unless you like the volume of reggae and rap music which make Ibiza sound like a string quartet.... leave the weekends alone.....the locals know how to party continuously! Weekdays are quiet and often this largish island you'll have to yourself. In season don't worry about food, mangos and coconuts abound
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