This novella is about a few years in the life of a woman continually
discovering the new. Loving change and adventure, she's already had more
adventures than most people. She admires Sir Richard Frances Burton,
an African explorer, and Edmund Hilary, the mountain climber. Both had ideal, if difficult, lives.
She had a very taxing and boring career and decided to devote
more of her time to scuba diving, the sport that was like yoga for
others. She meets a diver who helps her relocate to an exotic island in
the Caribbean, but that particular change proves to be disappointing.
She hopes to work, be a part of a close-knit ex-patriot community, have a husband, pursue further certifications, and earn a living by
diving. Is this too much?
She finds a lying, but handsome and forceful, man. There is political infighting
about sea turtle habitats and new eco-tours, as well as dope using beyond
the functional level. Dive shop owners stingily pay their dive masters or
instructors, if at all. The native people of the island can't forget
their slavery past. She feels the pinch of always being in a Diaspora.
Although she moved, she has a few remaining precious household items on this
island; will she be able to get them out before she goes into debt and
her boyfriend implodes?