There’s something strange that happens when you’re at a harbor. You pass by someone. Instead of saying, Hi, it turns into a quick glance at the flag off the stern of their boat and then a Bonjour, or a Bom dia, or a very proper Hello - when you have the advantage of seeing their flag.
When you don’t you’re left with: HelloBonjourBomdia. It sounds kind of musical, no?
This crossing on a catwalk only takes a few seconds, but it’s a charged moment. You’re making contact with someone (from Norway or Belgium or Portugal or Wherever) who shares your vagabond spirit and maybe that’s the only thing you have in common but it’s enough. It merits a salutation and smile.
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