Komodo Island sounds like something out of Jurassic Park. The thought of walking silently on an island filled with man-eating dragons, holding only a trident as a weapon, evokes a scene in Indiana Jones.
To me, Indonesia was as wild as wild gets. I pictured volcanoes erupting everywhere, luscious jungles with bursting waterfalls and prehistoric dragons killing locals on the regular.
I remember a few years ago, sitting in the auditorium of one of my Travel and Tourism classes in College, while a young guy with a puka shell necklace, spiky hair and enthusiastic hand movements, raved to us about joining a program called SWAP in Australia.