We cycled up to the airport, and by the time we arrived, we were soaked to the bone, cold, hungry and tired. We parked our cycles against the fence outside, and went inside the building. The airport building is about the size of a small one bedroom flat in the city, and seats about 15 people maximum.

The food in the airport is mostly local, organic produce, inexpensive (seen from a British point of view, and also considering that it is an airport) and very tasty! We sat down on the couch and had hot homemade soup, with a crusty bread roll, followed by a coffee and chocolate mud cake. Definitely worth the ride up there.

Once we had eaten and dried off, we gathered our things and braved the cold wind, to go outside and watch the plane arrive. There must have been around 20 other tourists there, more than half of whom were just there to see the plane land. It was certainly an amazing sight, to see the little plane, lights on, emerging from the foggy distant hills that surround the entrance to the beach, and landing safely just 4 metres from where we all stood, holding onto our ponchos.