
Am a Islomaniac !
An islomaniac is a rare affiction of spirit,,,of people who find islands somehow irresistible and being on one is indescribable intoxication.
Its my dream which I make come true,,,,,to live on a remote tropical island, with a coconut bar and a small boat for fishing or renting out for a little cash income to purchase its petrol. Forget about the kids since they are grown up and having their career to lead and just lie here in a hammock in the evening, sipping my home made tuak/rice wine and watching the sunset every evening.
Guess only another islomaniac could kind of understand the power island can exert on the mind and heart of man, the way they can stir up feelings of love, contentment and belonging.
Life on an island is simple and satisfying,,,,,,if you are the right kind of person for it. If you crave adventure and new experience, you will find in islands a happiness that’s inexpressible, something real and vital you will never forget. However if you can’t live without all the conveniences of modern life,,,newspaper, cinema, air-con, TV,,,,please stay put at your home in the city !.
Today a tropical island is most people’s idea of an ideal holiday destination. Yet not too long ago in the 19th century, they are seen as remote backwater where condemned criminals, failed bureaucrats and society’s misfits were exiled.
Islands also attracts eccentrics, repository of castaways, hermits, beachcombers, artists, writers, exiles, hermits, expatriates, pirates, buried treasures and the fabulously wealthy,,,,,in other words, they make great stories, both real and fictitious.
With tourism becoming one of the world’s largest industries, more and more visitors are competing for a limited amount of islands.
Over the past couple of years, isolation has ceased to be a form of deprivation. In fact I find isolation becoming a scarcest commodity. Too many people are visiting my hideaway at Pulau Kapas nowadays.
All my life I have been an escapist. I wanted to be anywhere apart from the mind-numbing suburbia in which I felt trapped and constricted by the small minds and smaller aspirations of those surrounding me.
Maybe, I have to find another unexplored or untouched island ?.,,,,saw many new islands at Kenyir dam from the air recently eeemmmmmm.
If not, why not ?. Anyone interested in an inland island ?.
An islomaniac is a rare affiction of spirit,,,of people who find islands somehow irresistible and being on one is indescribable intoxication.
Its my dream which I make come true,,,,,to live on a remote tropical island, with a coconut bar and a small boat for fishing or renting out for a little cash income to purchase its petrol. Forget about the kids since they are grown up and having their career to lead and just lie here in a hammock in the evening, sipping my home made tuak/rice wine and watching the sunset every evening.
Guess only another islomaniac could kind of understand the power island can exert on the mind and heart of man, the way they can stir up feelings of love, contentment and belonging.
Life on an island is simple and satisfying,,,,,,if you are the right kind of person for it. If you crave adventure and new experience, you will find in islands a happiness that’s inexpressible, something real and vital you will never forget. However if you can’t live without all the conveniences of modern life,,,newspaper, cinema, air-con, TV,,,,please stay put at your home in the city !.
Today a tropical island is most people’s idea of an ideal holiday destination. Yet not too long ago in the 19th century, they are seen as remote backwater where condemned criminals, failed bureaucrats and society’s misfits were exiled.
Islands also attracts eccentrics, repository of castaways, hermits, beachcombers, artists, writers, exiles, hermits, expatriates, pirates, buried treasures and the fabulously wealthy,,,,,in other words, they make great stories, both real and fictitious.
With tourism becoming one of the world’s largest industries, more and more visitors are competing for a limited amount of islands.
Over the past couple of years, isolation has ceased to be a form of deprivation. In fact I find isolation becoming a scarcest commodity. Too many people are visiting my hideaway at Pulau Kapas nowadays.
All my life I have been an escapist. I wanted to be anywhere apart from the mind-numbing suburbia in which I felt trapped and constricted by the small minds and smaller aspirations of those surrounding me.
Maybe, I have to find another unexplored or untouched island ?.,,,,saw many new islands at Kenyir dam from the air recently eeemmmmmm.
If not, why not ?. Anyone interested in an inland island ?.
