I remember being a different person when I left Sydney. I was full of boundless energy, consumed by a burning desire to travel and to explore different cultures through immersion. Gone was the monotony of my day to day, I was ready to discover the world! Well, a small part of it at least. That was then, some 5 years on and I have to say that I am now completely over it. I've worked in London, visited over god knows how many European cities, laboriously learnt French, realised my dream to live to Paris, and at present, I'm finally back in Mauritius to finish off what I had started not too long ago - a comprehensive photo reportage on the island's rich culture. They sure have been exciting and unforgettable moments during those years, and I would go back and do it all again, but now I feel tired. I have little fire left to pursue the same rhythm of life. To be completely honest I would just rather go back to Sydney and settle down to a nice everyday routine.

Unfortunately, I do have a few months of hectic activity left before I head home. Starting of course with those damn photos. I remember once being so motivated to go out there and get those key shots. Talking to the locals and learning about their life used to be a real buzz. Now I find it painful just to get up in the morning knowing I have work to do. The will is there; I simply no longer have the energy left in me. All I can think about right now is the beach, quite normal given the fact that I'm on a tropical island. I really should be lying on the sand somewhere under the shade of an aesthetically pleasing palm tree, with an ice-cold rum cocktail in hand. Instead I'm either procrastinating at home or walking around in the blazing Mauritian sun, carrying 8kgs of camera gear, struggling to find a shot I don't already have. And people think I'm here on vacation.