My memory of my beginning on the Island is blurred. Nobody said its real name. It was like a myth. I had seen advertising about it. It looked like a cartoon. It didn't seem very serious.
Some kind of "organized travel", with sexy games? A mix of naturist beach and thematic holidays? I couldn't take it seriously.
But, one day, I got fed up because I couldn't guess what this ISLAND was about. It didn't seem to belong to a specific country... Was it private? Now, I wonder if the owners could be Swiss.
So, I just took one day a train and reached one of their agency in Paris. They have agencies in most capital cities in the world.
I was told that I wouldn't be able to see where I would go. The private plane that would take me there would fly for hours with closed portholes. When I said to the girl that people could guess where the Island was by calculating the time to reach it from various places in the world, she laughed and said that, at the beginning, the planes didn't go directly to the Island and took indirect ways to fool the beginners...
Some kind of "organized travel", with sexy games? A mix of naturist beach and thematic holidays? I couldn't take it seriously.
But, one day, I got fed up because I couldn't guess what this ISLAND was about. It didn't seem to belong to a specific country... Was it private? Now, I wonder if the owners could be Swiss.
So, I just took one day a train and reached one of their agency in Paris. They have agencies in most capital cities in the world.
I was told that I wouldn't be able to see where I would go. The private plane that would take me there would fly for hours with closed portholes. When I said to the girl that people could guess where the Island was by calculating the time to reach it from various places in the world, she laughed and said that, at the beginning, the planes didn't go directly to the Island and took indirect ways to fool the beginners...