Hubby chatted up the bartender while I walked the beach and talked to the vendors and took photos. A nice relaxed, laid back beach....not hair pulling or begging for money. A few polite requests...but nothing over the top.
Very few people on the beach....a couple with their young children and a elderly couple reading their books under a tree.
Met a nice Rasta who was doing some carving work on his gourds. What an art that is, and to watch him work was pretty cool.
I decided to walk up to the end of the beach where the old boat was...and I could some of the other eager vendors waiting for my arrival at their table. I thought to myself....on a beach like this it must be terribly hard to make a living. A few requests to buy some jewelry but I was pretty firm with my 'No thank you' answer. It just has to be that way....or a person would be broke traveling and buying.
This old boat seemed a perfect prop with a gorgeous background of the blue waters....
Thanked them all for their time and showing me their crafts....so I turned around and headed back to the bar area...
I walked past the Rasta carver and walked towards the cool looking painted bar...
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