The plan for the day was to get an early lunch and do some sightseeing with Mike. Mike was flying out this evening, so once we saw him off, we were going to have a quiet night alone. Karen and Alex from Fafner headed into town with us and joined us for lunch. We ate at a restaurant called Jade CafÃ©, a couple blocks down the street from Sea House. We had been told the food is good and the internet is free. Once again there was a large international menu, and the food was definitely better than the other two places we have eaten. Very unique and yummy smoothie and fruit juice flavor combos.
After lunch, the guys stayed and played on the internet while the women went grocery shopping. The market was farther west than we had explored on Friday, but except for a couple fancy government buildings and a park area in front of one of the government buildings, everything looked much the same as we had seen the other day.
They passed a tourist shop where the owner beckoned them in. We had never gotten a Maldives courtesy flag, so Christi asked what on would cost. The two shopkeepers said USD$30.00. The truth was we were contemplating stealing one of the zillions off the street, and werenâ€™t ready to buy just yet. She just wanted to know out of curiosity. She started to walk off. The guys called her back to bargain. She said â€œMy husband said I could only spend $10 on a flag, so if it is more than that, he will have to come back with me.â€ The two guys both said â€œyou are a very good wifeâ€ and left Christi alone.
The store they went to is called Fantasy and is small, but surprisingly well stocked for such a small and uncluttered store. A block away is Fantasy Bakery, which was filled with yummy looking delicacies.
As we walked along, we kept a keen eye out for any possible signs of a celebration of some sort for todayâ€™s National Day holiday. As far as we could tell, nothing was going on. Johan had told us nothing would be happening today, but one can still hope to be lucky enough to be able to participate in a special local holiday tradition.
Karen and Alex had bought perishables, so they needed to head back to Fafner right away. Christi returned to Jade to collect the men. After a short discussion, Christi and Eric decided we were tired from yesterdayâ€™s late night, so we said our goodbyes to Mike and rushed off to the ferry to catch the incoming boat. Mike said he was going to go sightseeing for a couple hours, then would head over to the airport.
Back at Kosmos, Eric told Christi to unlock the door. Christi told Eric he had the key. Eric said â€œNo, you have the key.â€ Then suddenly a bad feeling washed over us. Mike was the one who last locked the door, meaning chances are Mike had the key. Uh-oh. We pulled everything out of our backpacks. No key. We tried calling Mike on his cell a couple times to see if he had it, but the call wouldnâ€™t go through. Shoot.
When Mike was figuring out his transportation to the airport, he was irritated to find out that, even though the airport is on Hulhumale, he wasnâ€™t allowed to go to the airport via the road. The only way he was allowed to arrive was on a special ferry from Male. It seemed ridiculous that he had to take a ferry from Hulhumale to Male, get off the ferry, get on the ferry next door, then go back to Hulhumale, but time and again he was told that was his only option.
We hopped back in the dinghy and arrived at the Hulhumale terminal to find out we had just missed the ferry. Between the four ferry rides it would take to get to the airport and back and the wait time in between ferries, it would take a solid three to four hours to retrieve the key. And that was assuming we could even find Mike in the airport, which may not happen if he had already gone through the security checkpoint before we arrived. There had to be some way to get to the airport via the road. We asked the ferry cashier and she said there was no way to take the road. Argh.
Just then, we noticed a beautiful, petite young woman in professional attire walking past us towards the exit. Sheâ€™s the kind of woman you look at a second time, and at the second glance, we saw that clipped to her lapel was a badge that said â€œAIRPORTâ€ in big letters. Bingo. We asked her how to get into the airport via the road. She said only employees were allowed. We explained the situation and asked if there was any way an exception could be made. She said she would get the key for us. She immediately got on her cell phone and started making calls.
We all piled into a taxi and took the road to the gate to the airport, where the guard stopped us. We explained the situation and he said he couldnâ€™t allow us in, but he could call the airline to ask them to get the key from Mike and hold it for us. That sounded good to us. Even though four hours of ferries wasnâ€™t appealing, we would feel better knowing the key was waiting for us and hadnâ€™t flown away before we could get there. The only problem was we werenâ€™t sure of the airline or the flight time. We thought it was Singapore Air, but there was no flight that matched Mikeâ€™s destination. Shoot. While we were talking to the guard, our heroine (who shall remain nameless because we donâ€™t know if she would get in trouble for helping us out) paid the cab fare and sent him off.
Just then, Mike called us. He had gone through security and found the key. His cell phone wasnâ€™t working and he was calling us from a pay phone. And he was on Bangkok Air, so we were way off. Our heroine told Mike to take the key to her friend in a certain department, then called her friend back and told him the key was coming. Several minutes passed and we got a call from her friend saying the key had not arrived. Uh oh. Thank God, Mike called a few minutes later and told us he had dropped the key off somewhere else. Our heroine called her friend and had him run across the airport to retrieve it. We were so relieved to know the key wasnâ€™t leaving the country.
At that point, we were ready to go back to the ferry terminal and for the 4 hour key schlep. But our heroine was insistent that she would bring the key to us and we didnâ€™t need to go and get it. We had not realized just how far the distance was from where we were to the terminal, or that there were multiple check points. She spent quite a bit of time coordinating a relay of people and vehicles to run it from the terminal through the assorted check points to where we were waiting at the gate. She even enlisted the help of some employee who was waiting at the gate for his friend so they could head home together. The friend arrived within minutes, but the guys patiently waited until our heroine got the call that the person had made it to the check point closest to us. She hopped on the back of his scooter and they sped off, coming back a few minutes later with key in hand. The guys on the scooters waved and sped off as we yelled thank you to their retreating figures.
We were speechless and humbled by the whole string of events. A whole slew of people had jumped through ridiculous hoops to get a key to a couple of strangers who meant nothing to them. And the crazy thing is that we would never even see most of the players involved in the key rescue mission and never would have a chance to say thank you to them. Even the guys on the scooters probably didnâ€™t hear the â€œthank youâ€ over the roar of the engines.
As a thank you, we invited our heroine out to dinner. She called a cab and we went back to her apartment on Hulhumale, where she lives with her parents and some siblings. We hadnâ€™t walked around Hulhumale yet. From what we saw, the majority of Hulhumale is vacant land scattered with trees, with only a few buildings, such as the ferry terminal, around. However, on the north east corner of the island is a cluster of development. There are few dozen apartment complexes that are three and four story and a handful of commercial buildings that are two and three stories, and a mosque. Since it was dark and we didnâ€™t tour the entire area, we are not sure what else is around. All the buildings in this cluster are brand new and nice. The complexes have big yards, the roads and sidewalks are very wide, and there is a lot of construction going on. It is abundantly clear from the systematic look of the development that the urban planners have a master plan for this island and are working on making this the new urban hub.
Our heroine invited us in and had us wait in the living room while she changed. Each wall that we could see is painted a different color and the effect is bright and cheery. It is also a stark contrast to Johanâ€™s place, which is all gleaming white, but equally cheerful. There were several chairs, a computer on a small computer desk, and a TV that was tuned into Islamic prayers.
She changed quickly and we walked a couple blocks to a new restaurant that she had not yet tried. The food was pretty good. We really enjoyed our time with her, learning a lot about the life and culture of Maldivians. Our heroine says that it was destiny that we met, because she normally takes the road home. She had just happened to go to visit a friend in Male after work, which is why she was getting off the ferry when she did. It was highly unusual for her to be at the ferry terminal when she was. We tend to agree that our meeting was destiny. In the month Mike was with us, he often locked the door and had always handed the key over. Today was the first time he had ever held onto the key.