We walked on a narrow sandy path after being dropped on by a van. Dusk was coming soon and we had no idea where we were going. There was a group of people taking photos of the sunset and sand patterns but I chose to go towards the port instead. Forgotten and crusty, I wonder how many layers of stories this port can tell. This made me think, that no matter how old you get, your stories is what creates you and you alone can make your story.