In order to reach the island, we canoed across the bay, which was pretty easy but turned much more difficult in the end. This island is hardly ever visited and the bush overgrew the paths long time ago. I tried to find the way out together with my guide but acacia’s thorns were everywhere and they fiercely guarded every square inch of land. After many attempts to move forward, my guide was so unlucky that he cut his leg with acacia’s thorns and blood poured down his leg. Then, I decided to retreat. On our way back we were caught in a tropical thunderstorm. We did not manage to cross the island but the views were fabulous. I was probably the first Pole to have visited the island and, in the guide’s opinion, one of few people from outside Africa.