The dilapidated ferry that I am waiting for to cross to the other side of the river in South India is insignificant compared to all the activity taking place around me. It is morning in this small port. Boats are unloading their catch. Fishermen are hauling in their nets. Baskets are brimming with fish arranged according to size and type.
My friends seek the shade and I go exploring, camera in hand.
I watch with curiosity as these men pile dried shrimp into sacks. The smell is acrid and after a short look around, I turn away.
In the distance I can hear the put-put of an outboard motor approaching. I join my friends at the dock where the boat will unload the arriving passengers. The tide is too low and we must scramble down to the water to board our rickety ferry.
We watch the loading of motorcycles and finally the little ferry pushes off, heading for the opposite shore of the river.
Across the river, a smaller, sleepier fishing village greets us.
The locals watch us but are not distracted from what they are doing.
This village is a stepping stone to our inland destination. We have a quick look around because our mini bus is waiting. If we don’t hurry, we will have to stand as the seats fill up quickly.
I adore these outings where the scenery is constantly changing, the people are friendly and Mother Nature smiles benevolently on us with calm seas and another adventure is just around the bend.