Whenever I had to talk about where I’d end my life story and just live in peace, I’d certainly spoken of an island that was quiet, beautiful and car-free – simply away from the modern world. I’d fish and gather fruit to survive.

And this island exists. It is Bora Bora, one of the world's most famous islands.

 

But yet I experienced isolation on the island.

I had to look closely to find my way around the island without being affected by feelings of exile. And fortunately I stumbled upon a campsite on the island surrounded by coral reefs – which was simply the most beautiful place I came across during my travels.

 

Starting the day early with a swim in the clear waters, I usually ate “coffee” – a Polynesian term which refers to the brunch where everything is spread out on the table, including a buttered baguette with cheese and the night’s dinner.

Then, I’d go by boat to the main island’s shops to replenish the supplies for the restaurant I helped out at. At other times, I spent the morning reading and working on architectural designs for a new development of the camping site.

And so the days went on, as do my relationship with nature, moments of isolation and inspiration from books by Confucius amongst other.

Ever so often, I’d like nothing changed and for time to stop. 

 

But the journey must continue.