My first full year on Jinja Island was a voyage of self-discovery, as for the first time in my adult life I found myself, on the whole, truly alone. But that’s not to say it was lonely…
In my second year of living on Jinja Island, I found myself really settling into island life. It was a year of dizzying highs and crushing lows, but by God, when the sun was shining and the archipelago was in good cheer, it was like nowhere else on Earth.
The events of 2016 cast a long shadow over my third and final year of life on Jinja Island. That’s not to say there wasn’t plenty of time to party (there was), but I learnt the hard way that you can’t shut out the outside world forever.