16.03.2014 - 16.03.2014 30 °C
Sunday and we're at the beach again. Same volleyball game, different greying, balding participants this time. I try and photograph the Pelicans flying up and down the beach and diving for fish. I've nearly used a whole memory card trying to get that exact moment the Pelican's beak hits the water. We walk to the very far end of the beach and arrive at the Sandals resort (we think). Lots of couples walking hand in hand and a white bandstand/pergola/bird cage thingy. I suggest renewing our vows. 'Why? So you can ignore them a second time!' The walk back seems longer and we collapse back on to our sunbeds. I get us some drinks from the beach bar. They have slush machines. A bright fluorescent green one for Jo and a shocking pink one for me. We notice the hawkers on the beach again. This Cuban lad with some string dresses over his arms has got a woman interested. She calls her husband over and now another woman is having a look also. From nowhere four other Cubans appear. Two women with more dresses, a chap wth hats and another woman with tops. Two or three more women are now taking an interest and tops and dresses are going on and off quicker than a buy one get one free sale at a brothel. The contented purchasers walk away wearing their purchases probably never to be worn again after this holiday.