We sit at the end of the pier. The steady ripple of the waves below us is interrupted only by the occasional scooter buzzing across the nearby Bangsal harbour. It’s dark, and the mountain and the ocean feel close.
We sit at the end of the pier. The steady ripple of the waves below us is interrupted only by the occasional scooter buzzing across the nearby Bangsal harbour. It’s dark, and the mountain and the ocean feel close.