The Travel Bug bites hard, but it hurts so good
Just once in life I did the totally reckless thing of looking at a photo (in a Lonely Planet guide, if I remember) and saying "Thats it, I am going there, now" and then doing exactly that. The place was Leh, which is in region called Ladakh, in the province of Jammu & Kashmir in Northern India. Not once did I ever regret that decision; Leh was one of the most magical places I ever visited, probably made moreso because of the liberating decision to go half way round the world to see it and the good buddies I shared the experience with.
Well, I feel the same bite about Saba in the Netherlands Antilles. Every time I look at a photo of that little volcanic speck and imagine the hair-raising landing at the airport, followed by the equally follicle-lifting drive through a myriad switchbacks clinging to the side of that impossibly steep volcanic plug, I can barely resist the urge to just walk out the door, head for Hartsfield-Jackson and jump on a plane. I have assiduously suppressed these feelings for years in favour of pedestrian realism, but now PLoS One has published a series of papers about the diversity of critters on the bank reef adjacent to Saba. How am I supposed to resist that? Thanks a lot PLoS...
Somebody help a travel junkie out; either convince me to go, or talk me down! Ever been there? Whats it like?