The sand under my bare feet is sparkling white and powdery fine. As I stroll along the winding beach, my feet sink in ever so slightly—just enough to nicely cushion my steps.
The weather is perfect—temperature in the low 80s, clear blue skies overhead, a gentle tropical breeze blowing. There’s no one else on this stretch of beach, no one else anywhere in sight.
A few feet to my right, the water of a barrier reef is splashing softly against the beach. The water is clean, clear, and stunningly colored—all sorts of shades of blue and green.
To my left, rows of gently swaying coconut palm trees fringe the beach. They stretch as far as I can see.
As I walk along the isolated beach, the only noise I hear is the water soothingly splashing and some birds singing softly.
This is the South Pacific everyone dreams of.
