We spent several days anchored off a village at the south end of Waya island. It’s stunning, and we found a warm welcome from the residents.
One of my favorite memories is from this particular evening:
Our children had spent the morning at the school village: helping with English lessons, sharing experiences, making friends. That afternoon, we played on the beach, and the other kids- familiar faces now- welcomed them as if they’d been there for years.
Vastly different life experiences, different mother tongues, different lives… it all melts away, and you just have a pile of kids who jump and play and shriek and find the same joys together.