Recently we travelled a long way from home to visit our grandchildren (and their parents) who are living on a tiny speck of land in the Indian Ocean.
No, we didn’t fly on this aircraft. This freighter stopped on the island to refuel. It was a significant event, and most of the community lined the runway to watch the landing and take-off.
Our accommodation was facing the west side of the island. On a clear day we could almost see Africa! Not quite, but we were lulled to sleep every night by the continuous boom of the surf on the fringing reef.
The snorkelling was amazing. Many places in just one metre of water offered a wealth of fish colours. Unlike home in Cairns, on Cocos there are no crocodiles or stinging jellyfish.
Cocos Islands get the name from the millions of coconut palms that cover most of the dry land. Copra used to be the economic driver of the island population. No longer so. The palms grow like weeds, and care must be taken when moving about. Coconuts are harder than heads.
Of course, the main reason why we sat in a plane for thirteen hours was to spend time with our children and grandchildren. And Bruce the orphan kitten!