After a bumpy bus ride and a ferry across the river, an hour’s walk awaits before we reach the beach, our destination. Though we land in a tiny fishing village on a sleepy river, the town hums with life and people are either waiting for the next ferry or are off in different directions.
It is the walk through the minuscule town that grabs my attention. The people are all engaged in their daily activities yet every activity is so arresting, colorful and eye-catching that my head is turning in all directions.
Most people are preoccupied with their labor but manage to spare us a smile or a wave of the hand.
Just before we leave this small fishing village behind and turn off onto our short cut through the rice paddy, we pass a family on their veranda. The children come out to watch us. I am charmed by the scene that surrounds us and take a few photographs.
It is a beautiful morning and I look forward to more scenes along the way,