Why a Working Port Stops You in Your Way
A container ship docking at Kochi's Willingdon Island does not wait for you to frame the shot. The crane swings, the stevedores move, and the scale of the thing, a vessel longer than three football fields nudged by two tugs the size of autorickshaws, rearranges your sense of proportion in about thirty seconds. That is what a working port gives you that a heritage walk does not: the present tense, unedited.
