This is Amed.

This is a place where …You feel the rhythm of the waves in your body after a day of snorkeling or swimming or diving. You can wear a bra or not. You drink Coca-Cola out of a glass bottle. You leave notes and doodles in the hotel’s guestbook. You wear lots of sunscreen. You actually eat at the hotel restaurant. You’ll find flowers on you’re pillow – and you’re not in the honeymoon suite. You lay out on black sand.

This isn’t a place where …You rent ski-doos. You need your Sunday best. You can get wi-fi. You learn about local culture at a museum. You run into a rambunctious clan from the University of Somewhere. You bother with bikini waxes. You pay with credit card. You drink the local spirits, if you know what’s good for you. You stay at the Hilton or the Sherton or the Marriott. You can buy postcards.

This is Amed.