No todo es como en Bora Bora

There is nothing you would like to see on Majuro. There is a filthy fringe of beach that recedes into soppy mud before disappering into a lifeless lagoon. On the ocean side of the atoll there is a gray and barren reef shelf stained with what from a distance look like a large, whitish-brownish polyps that on closer inspection turned out to be diapers, resting there under the high sun while awaiting an outgoing tide. On dry land, there are decrepit two-story apartment blocks and garish prefab houses. The road was one traffic jam and alongside it were the fattest people I had ever seen, wan and listless, munching through family-sized packets of Cheetos.

J. Maarten Troost
The Sex Lives of Cannibals



De cómo Estados Unidos ha influído (o destruído) en la vida de las naciones más remotas necesitadas de todo tipo de recurso. Y hasta de las que no lo necesitan tanto.
En esta entrada muestro una visión diferente a la de una postal tropical: la vida en las Islas Marshall y su capital Majuro.