Looking east, I could see the airport, on a large area of flat land that looks like a sensible place to build an airport. But how it could possibly have happened that no-one assessed the wind situation there before they started building, I could not comprehend. The airport was supposed to bring 30,000 tourists a year here, on big jets. But the big jets couldn't use it, and the revised estimate was 3,000 a year on small jets. That would mean 60 tourists on each weekly flight, but there were only about 20 people in total on my flight. Far from tourism being the mainstay of a newly self-sufficient economy, people told me that tourist numbers had actually gone down since the opening of the airport.