Today we leave the beautiful island of white sandy beaches, aqua blue and turquoise water. Sitting here on the balcony feeling the breeze, admiring the waves as pedestrians, horse carts pass by. The breeze is warm, the jingling bells of horse collars and hooves float away and then come again. There are many differences as I compare our lives from the locals. Each morning Anthony and I walk around the island to see locals sleeping on the beach, benches and floors under tables. Some climb a short concrete wall coming from jungle where they live in shanties. The young men who work for this Airbnb and jewelry store sleep on the tile floor under the Airbnb on a mats with a small blanket. Ladies sell small triangle wrapped brown paper filled with rice, vegetables and a little fish to the locals for 15,000 rupiahs ($1.06). Flip-flops are the shoe for every day, which are taken off when entering stores and houses. Sand is everywhere, sweeping the sidewalk and streets with short straw brooms is common as well as throwing buckets of water on the brick path to keep the dust down. They work long hours to earn a living. One lady at a spa said she lives on one nearby island and arrives early each morning by boat and stays until 11 PM at night working to take care of her family every day. She has two-year-old twins at home as well as many other children. Each restaurant and bar on the brick street plays different music; reggae, American pop (sometimes live), instrumental or rock to suit the visiting tourists.
You can’t walk more than 20 feet before you are hailed by locals to look at menu's to eat at their restaurant or offered tours for snorkeling, diving or boat rides.
They are kind, friendly and funny. We have enjoyed their company.
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