Today I toured the island on a hired tricycle with my friend Sabrina to see what lies behind the exterior of fancy hotels and beach bars, shops and restaurants.
What we met was a very basic and humble way of life in little streets with stilt wooden houses, small kiosks, narrow winding streets and many smiling faces.
I am always most caught by the children who seem to mirror their culture in a pure and natural way. This little girl on a beautiful white sand beach was walking with her brother and father, her hair bleached from many hours spent in the sun, feet rough from walking barefoot, wearing a hand me down t-shirt as a makeshift dress and holding on to her yellow balloon protectively as if it held the last bit of hope of her for a brighter future…
2 replies on “Day Thirteen, February 4, 2011”
Very nice!!!!!
Thanks Anja!