As the boat parked on the shore just off Padar island, I could already appreciate why so many people praise Padar island so highly. The clarity of the turquoise water and the purity of the sand just beneath us as we were crossing the little wooden bridge to get from the boat to the island … ah, they were just unreal. At that point, I hadn’t really been to an island so isolated and secluded before so I hadn’t really experienced a place so so beautiful, yet so deserted and untouched.
I was happy! You know, that pure “Ah, I can’t believe I’m actually here” kinda happy.
I was in the middle of the sea, far away from the busy land, the bullshit, the haggling, the dirty streets and the nonstopping motorbikes bursting fumes into the air. I was with just a few people, maybe 15 altogether and we had the whole island entirely to ourselves. Even though we got to call it ours just a short hour or so, for humble non-pretentious me, that was more than enough!
