PartII: THE RETURN.
We come back via
I smiled gently, not wanting to upset them, “non non, nous sommes photographes, aaahhh, allez”…
Again, we were waiting in our lane and saw our ferry arrive, rows of waiting cars, people hanging around, some impatient, last minute phone calls, to say they are either now leaving or coming closer!
Me I stood, taking everything in, inhaling deeply the sea-air mixed with the tar and diesel, so typical for ports…
The sadness of the good-byes still heavy in my heart and thick around my eyes.
We had a great time, it was wonderful to see everybody, we are taking back some good memories, the road ahead is long, it is around 7 in the evening now, the sun is starting to fall fast.
We parked the car and hurried upstairs once more, were we going to miss the sunset?
We rush past ambulating people, through restaurants where hungry people are queuing, the shops, across decks and up more stairs, camera at the ready… alas, just too late, we arrive and see a lovely afterglow, the sun, hiding behind a Payne’s grey band with a slight slither of pink.
The light is still good, we look around and discover this harbour, we arrived in the night, and soon again it will be dark.
We stay out as long as we can, really till there is nothing left to photograph.
We wander inside, smell the food and realize we could do with some food, there are different places to choose from, pass the pub,
fortunate to end up sitting at a porthole with our meal, looking at the French coastline getting further and further away.
The atmosphere has a holiday feel, people are relaxing and enjoying, although for many that Sunday night is the start of a heavy week, all the truck drivers look refreshed after the w-e, well not all, some never stop, just eat and sleep when they can or have to, often in their ‘mobile home’ which is their vehicle.
I’ve travelled this way, it all brings back good memories… but that’s another story.
We are standing next to each other when we feel a shuddering vibration underfoot, a grinding, a change and slowing down in the sound of the engine. Everybody runs to the railings on the side, leaning over as far as we can.
Little groups start to form, lively discussions and arm waving conversations develop, most of them are Turkish, Greek, Polish, nobody knows anything, we are truly adrift…
After 5 minutes, a nasal announcement, there’s engine trouble, they are trying to fix it and will keep us informed.
Time goes bye and nothing changes, men looking more and more, and nervously at their watch, time is money… Deliveries have to be made! They HAVE to be in
Suddenly, more news:’ They cannot fix it, tugs are on their way to tow us in’, almost an hour has gone bye.
It is quite cold now and many have resignedly gone for another cup of coffee.
I prefer to stay outside for when the action happens.
I have no tripod and the flash laughable under the circumstances, again it is a matter of go for it and see what happens or not take anything and come home empty-handed… my choice is ALWAYS: GO FOR IT!
I take my shots, a man comes up and indicates he’d love to see them, all I can understand is that he is a Turk, he speaks no English, no sorry, no other languages, we hand signal with a lot of laughter, one of his colleagues joins us, he speaks some Italian, MAMA MIA!
Good-bye and bon voyage to my friends.
We hurry to our car; it was an interesting setback of 2 hours.
We begin the long drive north, into the night, it is fairly quiet on the road, we have good music…
We get home safely, tired and content, it’s good to be home, I already miss everybody again…
Thanx, M, (*_*)