callmeislander

Stories

  • Uluwatu Temple

    Uluwatu Temple

    I’m finally sitting down to take the time to write about my trip to Bali. You know, there’s often this pressure to share every experience, to fill every blank page with words. But sometimes, it’s okay to let moments marinate, to let them settle in your soul before you try to translate them into stories. Read more

  • Changwahela

    Changwahela

    Have you ever seen a boat made from a tree trunk? Now yes.  What you see here is Changwahela. Changwahela holds a special place in history. It’s a hidden gem, untouched by modern frenzy. But getting here was an adventure on its own! The roads are tricky, and the car we were in got even Read more

  • Africa

    Africa

    Africa. A continent I’ve been lucky enough to visit thanks to my work. From Tanzania, Zanzibar, Kenya, South Africa and so on, I’m struck by a profound realization: the stories we hear about Africa are just a fraction of its true essence. The Africa I’ve come to know is full of life and diversity. Every Read more

  • Rain

    Rain

    Driving home from the hairdresser, my hair neatly done and shielded from the rain, I found myself pausing to observe people walking in the rain. There’s something deeply human and beautifully simple about these scenes. People, each with their own story, walking in the light rain – some hurrying, others taking their time, enjoying the Read more

  • Rediscovering the familiar

    Rediscovering the familiar

    One doesn’t need to cross continents or sail across seas to listen to the inner voice that wants us to go see new places.. Sometimes, adventure awaits right outside our doorstep, in familiar places we think we know by heart, yet still hold secrets and wonders. With this mindset, I embarked with a few friends Read more

  • Stories of the streets

    Stories of the streets

    I woke up on Saturday with my camera in mind. Port Louis, the capital, is my go-to for capturing stories. Walking its streets is like time-traveling. Old buildings stand next to new ones, and every little path seems to have a story. The sounds of footsteps give life to those tales. I don’t know, I Read more