In my small life of 27 years,
I haven’t been to a town lonelier than Divar Island,
It is a pretty, quaint town with countless Portugal houses, a football field, churches, a main market area, a school and a panchayat office.
The panchayat office is a beautiful blue building.
As soon as I entered this island only accessible through the ferry, my fellow travelers seemed to be locals who simply hopped onto their scooters and sped off leaving me stranded. I am sure they assumed me to be a local too.
I quickly asked one of them how to get to ‘whatever name came to my head’ (think I asked for a church!) and he said I got to wait for the bus.
So, I sat there in the deserted bus stop all by myself! This is when I notice a rave party of all boys going on in a corner and boy I was scared! I stayed low and the guys thankfully didn’t realise anyone was around! They were too high!
However, no bus came for almost half an hour and I’d a dying battery thanks to last night’s party! When I’d almost decided to go back a local offered lift and dropped me off at the main square.
Here’s where I saw the island and well, I’ll say it was way too remote even for someone like me! I was happy to get back to civilisation.