I may be dead and decomposed by the time you read this, but there is always hope. I am stranded on the sandfly infested island of Utila, with no company but scuba divers and a rather jazzy multicoloured pen (hours of fun). I thought it would be easy to leave, but despite the daily ferry, my heart is tied up, and the strings would break if I were to leave.

If you've never seen Paradise, you will never know how I feel.