By the final day, the party gathered on a high dune to watch a final ceremonial crossing—vehicles descending in a quiet, deliberate procession to the shoreline, tires leaving brief signatures on the sand before the tide claimed them. Cameras clicked, not to hoard images but to mark witness. People embraced, exchanged addresses and promises to return, and then, as if in homage to the place’s ongoing work, they picked up the last remnants of their passage.