Little Corn has one village, on the western side of the island where the panga from Big Corn comes in. It is a string of wooden houses, dive shops, small restaurants and a few simple guesthouses along a concrete path that runs back from the dock. There are no cars; everything moves on foot or in wheelbarrows.
The village is where you sort out diving, change money (informally, at worse rates than Big Corn), and eat your first plate of coconut rice with fresh fish. It is also where most of the island's nightlife happens — which on Little Corn means a couple of bars with reggae on the speakers and a few wooden tables on the sand.