Who needs romance?
I should have been in a better mood – the ambience certainly called for it. The balcony where the two of us stood seemed to float in the lush tropical foliage that climbed skyward up the steep slope. Resting our arms on the railing of our little porch, we looked down at a white beach to the left and about a hundred feet below. We were at Prince John Dive Resort, a short drive from the city of Palu on the northern edge of Sulawesi, the Indonesian island which sprawls, spider-like, in the South China Sea.
