A large island floats serenely in a rings of sapphire and turquoise. A larger body of green mountains lies some distance away, the mainland I assume as the aircraft banks away and and we see once more nothing but ocean though the starboard window we are sitting next to. A dhow appears with it’s blue sail, cutting towards a shoreline that is again becoming visible as we descend towards the water. The plane flares gently and palm trees whip by as we land on the ridiculously short run and trundle up to a tiny, but still international, airport building. A wave of wet heat washes over us as the stewardess opens the hatch door. Stepping out, a big sign with ‘Welcome to Nosy Be’ can be seen near the entrance to the building. We’re here.