from the bridge of MelvanPushed by wet and strong winds, a thin line of pristine sand appears, exposed by the sun between two threatening clouds. The ship rushes into the harbor and its colorful sails. On the harbor side are meadows, a park, and perched on the sand, a small town with its white houses with gray roofs. Hoidik. To the right, the slender silhouette of Huat and in the background the more touristy Bel-Ile shelter their “little sister” in the vastness of the sea. After 1h15 we descend and time stops.
The unique ballet of the tractor unloading the day’s products begins at the pier. The packages contain medicines that will soon join the cabinet of Adrian, the only nurse of about 94 people in Hodić. The island has never known a doctor. The former has been in Huat for several years (25 minutes by boat), and the specialists are on the mainland. We walk along a sandy avenue that leads to…
Source: Le Figaro
