I had been sitting in my car for what seemed ages when I received the text. The parking lot was at least 50 acres and it took ten minutes to reach the door.
“The South Pacific! Great choice.”
I was led to huge room. The floor was covered in sand. I could feel the humid heat before I even entered.
After an hour of lounging in the fragrant breeze with a cocktail, listening to a recording of surf and staring at a giant photo of the islands, I was told my time was up.
“Don’t forget your souvenir hat, sir!”
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Note – The islands have all been closed, no visitors at all. Most have not seen the virus and want to keep it that way.