One more day up the beach. In some ways it is a better setting than downtown – more parks on the waterfront, and better scenery – but there is no escaping the omnipresent din of crap music played too loud. They seem to wait for me to arrive before they ‘crank up the tunes’.
And, of course, they always have an “RK” (‘restaurant kid’) waiting in the wings. In fact, it wouldn’t be a meal without the blare of music and some kid screaming. It’s my karma.
Tomorrow I pay my dues to immigration for the last time – although I suspect that I will have to pay again as I leave the country. Tourists are ‘good to the last drop’. Also, I make my reservations to fly from the island. I fly from here to the international airport, and the hotel is picking me up there.