Boredom didn't frighten me. There are worse pangs: the sorrow of not sharing with a loved one the beauty of lived moments. Travelling truely alone for the first time made me understand the real meaning of solitude: what others miss out on by not being with the person who experiences it.

My time on this magical Blue Island is overcome with a sense of malencholy, and blue is the perfect colour to describe my incredible experience on this land. Only few will come away with this feeling of true tranquility.