Three Legged Nesia

Macroliciousenesia, Translucenesia, Polyamnesia, HolySmokesanesia, Endoftheeartheanesia . . .  Buzzing from a dreamlike adventure into the nesia of nesias.   Three legs - two by air, one by boat.  Some islands bubbling with local culture, some islands inhabited by smiling villagers who hadn’t seen outside visitors in more than two years, and some islands so remote that I didn’t see a soul for days on end.  Crazy translucent blue water as warm as the tropical air, ancient ruins built by levitation, local leafy and Golden Goose remedies for a slipped disc, insane waves / wind, and pre-historic fishing.  Getting tube after tube at a world class surf spot, racing down long blue walls of water at a sideshore kite spot, bottom turning around a 5' black tip shark, catching an 80lb yellowfin tuna, and seeing local kids jump for joy when the kites went up shouting (translation) "love to you, love to you".  All capped by a “best ever” session.  The laughter from every hut of a village at this end of the earth location was testimony to the notion that happiness does not require material possessions.  No credit crisis blues here.  How will I ever get back?  Already scheming to repeat this experience.