One happening is burned into my memory forever. On our last day we walked on a small isolated beach called Miami Beach. We stopped at the one tiny café for a coffee and samosa. In chatting with the Indian couple who owned the café, we discovered that it had been wiped out in the Boxing Day tsunami of 2004. The husband had been out buying supplies and was safe. His wife was on the steps beside the café and managed to scramble out of reach of the crashing wave.