In the hands of others

Was at perhentian as i mentioned in one of my previous posts. was on the ferry ride back to the mainland from the island when i realised how vulnerable our group really was. Most of us din know where exactly in the world were we to start with. Our fate were all in the hands of the boatman.

I am not suggesting that the boatman is some kind of creep or watever. They are pretty nice people actually. Just realised the stark truth that how vulnerable we are when we are overseas. Not knowing the place.. and the language.

Oh well... i guess none of us are almighty. We need each other. We depend on each other. Mebbe that's why trust exists.

Our lifes are never really in our own hands only.