Many years ago, I would sit outside my childhood seaside home in the south of the Philippines, and imagine islands beyond the horizon. Often, I’d believe I can see the shores of those islands from afar. Always, I’d wonder if they could see me too.
I arrived in New Caledonia as a tourist from a cruise ship. My body was that of a city folk, herded to a marked tour bus, led by a flag-waving local. But as soon as I caught a whiff of brine in the air, my soul leapt upon the recognition of home.