Continued from the previous entries on getting to Sibale.
I can't lie - I was a little scared my first night in Sibale. I felt wired, probably due to fatigue and the horror movie that had played outside my room in Dangay Port the night before. None of my travels had paralleled Sibale in terms of remoteness. And even when I'd come close, I was never alone.
One of the first things I did when I arrived on the island is go on a walk to the closest beach. Enyet insisted on accompanying me, and at first I didn't understand why. I felt bad that he was taking the time out of his schedule to show me around the island. We walked for around 10 minutes, and saw signs of people - buildings, row boats, an occasional bicycle.. but few actual people. At the beach, a woman was cutting some fruit with a machete. The three of us were the only ones on the wide beach and I remember the vulnerability hitting me at that moment. If something bad were to happen, we were quite a long way from anyone else.