As I sit on the rooftop terrace of a cafe sipping a sweet lemon tea, I take in the island life going on below me. Today is Friday, the day of prayer for the local Muslim population on the tiny island of Fulidhoo, and the streets are quite empty but every so often a three-wheeler mini-van chugs by brimming with supplies.
A few locals wander around unhurriedly, and children ride their bikes around the sandy streets. A naturally reserved culture, the Maldivians greet me with a shy “hi” when I pass them in the streets.
