It was April 7, the second day of their Tobago vacation, and, apart from a man grilling food, a woman selling chow and two policemen having lunch, Ricardo Laban and his entourage of 11 (his three sisters, his brother-in-law, their children, and a friend) were the only people at No Man’s Land, enjoying the peaceful spot.

They nearly did not make it to their destination; the boat hired to get them there had never turned up.

Read more from the source: Newsday TT