There is a strange kind of beauty in the chaos of travel. In the dirtiest stations and airports, amongst the heady smells of food, oil, the unwashed and toilets, the emotions of seeing loved ones arrive or depart creates a colourful aura. Those moments of the couple locked in a private embrace, time appearing to stand still while the hustle and bustle rushes by. The tears, the excitement, the laughter and the stress, raw emotion at it’s very best.

I know some people hate travel and can’t wait to get to their final destination but for myself I love it. I love the silent island I sit in watching people go by wondering where they’re going or why they look so sad. Travel for me is a quiet time, I can’t be anywhere else, I have to sit still and just be…

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