Several strangers are thrown together at a remote location on a South Pacific island. If this were fiction, one of two events would unfold. In the first version, one of these strangers would be murdered and the killing would be solved by a Hercule Poirot-like detective. In scenario number two, these strangers would bond and form lasting friendships. I have the good fortune to have lived out this second version. At a small backpackers’ hostel on the island of Viti Levu in Fiji, I made friends from three different countries with whom I forged lifelong attachments.
— Marshall Snider, Seashell Cove: A Memoir