He arrived at the port, his mind full of curiosity and possibility. It was somewhat different to what he expected yet he could not contain his intrigue and joy to be there. Taking a few minutes to stock up on food and water, he gained his bearings and off he went. Travelling by foot, everything he needed packed in or strapped to the rucksack upon his back. He was a backpacker.
For one week, the backpacker journeyed around the Island, packing up his camp each morning to set up once again each afternoon on a new beach. Watching the sunrise every morning, the sunset at dusk, and the moon rising at night. The days spent travelling to and exploring each new location and swimming in the enchanting blue waters.