"You're my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue", croons Tom Waits in Little Trip to Heaven, playing on a loop in my head. It is only after two turbulent flights, with an overnight stopover in Thiruvananthapuram, that I get my first sight of the famous Maldivian blues. The North Star is holding strong in the 5.30am sky and clear turquoise waters kiss the shore as we approach the jetty from Hanimaadhoo airport. Inside a boat, we're handed face towels, water bottles, assorted fruit slices and life jackets. None of it helps the unease that gurgles in the pit of my stomach when the boat takes off. The helmsman announces a journey time of 20 minutes and proceeds to race against what could only be the apocalypse. We split the sea in two, much like Moses did the Red Sea, leaving walls of water on both sides. But all these nerves are about to be settled and how.








