Flamingos

I made it back to Sewri yesterday. This time I went by train and in the late afternoon. The tide was pretty far out, but I did see that there were quite a few pink birds out there.



Wandering past the rusted hulks next to the pier where the kids were playing in the water the week before, a trio of young guys called me to come up and join them on the boat. I climbed up, we watched the birds, drank a little beer, and taught each other how to curse in our respective languages.

Waiting on the platform on the way home and inspired by Denny, I tried a little cameratossing.