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On Boxing Day 2004 I was in the south of France with friends. The first we heard about the tsunami was text messages from friends who wondered if we’d had en exotic destination for the holidays and were concerned.
We’d been out diving all day and had no idea what was going on.
When we turned on the news it was very unclear what had happened and the full extent of the disaster wasn’t known.
250,000 people lost their lives. 80,000 in Thailand.
Two years afterwards we sat on a beach in Phuket.
Tsunami evacuation notices now fringed the beaches.
Water dominated areas where floating villages and mosques rely on the sea, had directions and signs with pathways that seemed so fragile in the shadow of the ocean.
During our trip we visited a number of sites that had been badly hit.
On Ko Phi Phi Island a simple notice board on the beach on Boxing Day shared photos of those lost on a simple board.
The power of nature and the fragility of humanity brought together in the most devastating way.
I sat on that beach, peaceful and quiet. Tourists and local people doing what they would normally do just like they would’ve done 24 months before.
Every Christmas time on the 26th, I think of those people and the terrible events of that day where 250,000 people lost their lives.
The ocean is such a destructive force, so powerful yet so secretive.
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