|The port at Parikia|
|There were more people hanging over with Christmas travellers. Prem and Tommy standing waving top left.|
And I continued smiling as the boat left harbour. There is something very definitive about a boat leaving, compared to a farewell with a train. With a train you feel you could chase it, you could go in the same direction if you ran, if you ran to your car. But you never would consider being able to keep up swimming. Not really. The sea is a message: you are now separating in opposite directions.
|Happy New Year from me, Prem and Tazo!|