You have no doubt noticed some really cute cottages on stilts by now. Kyle and I, perhaps deemed the most likely to survive in them, were assigned these significantly less idylic ground level platform tents. Each tent holds one person and little more. Crabs and iguana are happy to pay a visit in the night if you fail to heed warnings of keeping food out. After the first night, we realized that due to shear exhaustion, sleep came quickly and life in the tents was grand given their very convenient proximity to the bathroom, mess hall, volleyball court, and kayaks.