That was Lamma

It was just 30 minutes away from pier no 4. Yet it was a hamlet so different. The stray dogs , cats on tin roof tops. The narrow passages with a hint bohemia . Echoes in Scottish accents , French & Chinese , taking a form of their own in the long paved trek. Faces overflowing with smiles (may be it had something to do with numerous bars) , mothers scolding children, tiled walled houses, clothes hung to dry, banana trees , a beach that has waves . It make one feel real and fallacious at the same time.

But our burley Scottish guide on bicycle and the second-hand books seller in the town , were something else .

That was Lamma Isle.

What the waves left behind...



The book seller...



The corner garden.




The waves....



The harbour