We emerged from our cozy bungalow early in the morning, woken by the lively conversations of wild parrots in the surrounding bougainvillea and hibiscus.
Taking the short dirt path, we wove through dense jungle before finding ourselves on an empty, sugar-white beach framed by colossal granite boulders, untouched for eternity and hemmed in by a bright lapis lazuli sea.
Even the colors felt deeper, richer and wilder in the Seychelles. We could feel something primal and raw, we could feel it stirring within.
The more remote we found ourselves, the truer our inner compass called.
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