Saturday at the Market

The three "old guys" ventured out to the market today. Wedging ourselves into a small scooter driven cart, "Tuc Tuc" we traveled to the market for about 35 cents each. Most of these markets are the same. A collection of local crafts; some spices and vanilla; a collection of imported shoes and clothing; together some local produce and meat; with a blend of aggressive sellers, children begging, and babies sleeping.

Kurt made the mistake of giving one of the children a dollar. We soon had a great following of small friends each looking for similar generosity. Continued shopping was hopeless at this point so we hailed another "Tuc Tuc" and headed for the Ocean 501 restaurant.

 Bicycles, pedestrians,, pedal powered taxis, cars and animals all share the road and yet traffic flows with a rhythm that appears effortless. With our few treasures from the market, a jacket to provide some protection from a predicted downpour we found a table overlooking a quiet sandy beach. Dugout boats sat idly on the beach as waves crashed beach .

The coolness of the day made for a relaxing lunch as we enjoyed Margherita pizzas and grenadine juice in this outdoor restaurant.

We walked to the main road and negotiated a price for our return trip to the port.

We held tickets to a local concert that was organized as a fundraiser for Mercy Ships by the community. It was scheduled to start at 3pm and details about where to catch the shuttle were sketchy. It could be easy to be left behind.