Today we went to the island’s village with the gardener. His wife is a weaver, and he offered to take the girls to try their hand at weaving a mat. Of course, they jumped at the chance, so didn’t complain on the 40 minute walk to the village. The village was like typical Asian villages, except that this one was kept cleaner than anything we’d seen there. The houses were either traditional thatched bures, or concrete-built ones with corrugated roofs. Each had a garden marked out by small palm trees, with little pathways like roads between them all. The biggest surprise was the absence of rubbish – normally in Asia you’ll find a big pile of rubbish around every corner, but here they burn their rubbish every night. Not only does it make the area cleaner, the smoke also keeps the mosquitoes away.