On this date a month ago, I was stranded in a dreamy island with hundreds of visitors because the ship that supposed to take me home was forbidden to sail due to bad weather. So instead of spending 4 days 3 nights, I ended up spending the whole week there. And finally managed to sail away with a cargo ship. It was epic.
To my surprise, it becomes a blessing in disguise for me because I really enjoyed my time there. Exploring the island from west to east, making new friends, visiting all the best spots, witnessing the beauty of real underwater world, tracking the rocky hills, browsing the mangrove forest, catching the sunset, eating grilled fish everyday, sitting on the grass staring upon shining stars above, chilling on the breezy shore while listening to soul musics, it was all wonderful.
I was like given some kind of sneak peak or preview of how my kind of dream life supposed to be. I stayed up late until past midnight, and woke up early before the sun is getting high every single day, and didn’t feel exhausted even a bit. I was happily stranded, and felt so much alive..
