It is said that ‘a ship in port is safe but that is not what ships were built for’. As we celebrated a friend’s birthday, other guests talked about their nomadic lives. One had been a bridge between France and China and married a man who was a bridge for Madagascar. Another spoke about a crazy year spent in New York in the late 70s and his clothes and hair represented that time as he sang The Boxer. Others were like us, following work opportunities and seeking a community at each port. We sang pop songs, crooned Bossa Nova, listened to heart-felt melodies about Madagascan issues. It was a melange of the highs and lows of not settling, all set to music, it could have been an opera or at least and ode to living.
