On 31st March 1996, during breakfast I looked into the face of every man, looking for the culprit but did not see or maybe did not recognise the face in the morning glare. I went down to the jetty to see the majority of the guests off and when the boat came back to take the few remaining guests to mainland, I clambered aboard to enjoy the boat ride. Because I had driven myself, I needn't leave the island early like the rest of the guests to find public transport to the city. On mainland I strolled along the beach looking for seashells in the blazing hot sun before heading back to the island for lunch. After lunch and with heavy eyelids due to the heat and the warm, cool breeze coming from the sea, I lay on the sofa to sleep. I was awoken a number of times due to noise and people asking me for things but I somehow or rather always managed to lull off to sleep again and again. All the staff came to jetty to see the remaining of us off and I say my farewells.
Upon clambering from the boat, I start walking to wash my feet in the sea and from there I leave the wonderful island with hopeful thoughts of returning to it. I found solitude, obscurity, independence, friendships (simple and honest). The simpleness of the people, the place, the atmosphere made me so contented.
I have gone back to the island a number of times, alone and also with my 2 boys Aryan and Aidan and they love it too! Running on the rickety jetty, falling asleep on the speedboat (can you believe it!), the blanket of stars in the night sky.
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