“Thats a pretty gangway”, I tell the boatman who doesn’t seem to care. He gazes into the land ahead. He has to do a few more trips and get people to this part of the island.

He docks the boat with great care and elegance. The inviting gangway helps us leap out to land from the infirm rocking of the estuary. People who stand on the gangway, take our place in the boat. They have all kinds of expressions on their faces.

The gangway is a unique place. It has stories of both joy and sadness. The breathless joy of arrival left at lurch by a strange vagueness of departure.

Hellos and goodbyes are always rich in emotion. There are tears that remain and tears that lurch. In expectation of what is to come or all that gets left behind.

And gangways, they host them all. They ought to be beautiful. 🙂