Yesterday was really hot, even under the shade of my umbrella. I had the luxury of dipping in the ocean and rinsing off when it was too much. Amidst that heat, there are people who make their living walking up and down, all day long, selling to tourist and hoping to make a little money.
My first evening here, I saw a group of these people, strap on their shoulder, getting onto the back of a truck together and presumably heading off to their homes. The next morning, I watched a truck amble by, loaded with perhaps the same people I’d seen the night before, heading back for another hot day of trying to make a living.
Some carry hot coals in stoves where they cook in front of guest. There wander up and down with fruit or coconuts, sarong’s, ice cream, rice crackers and such. Perhaps the fortunate few reside under the shade of tree and umbrella waiting the next massage client. However, how comfortable can it be, evening the shade, exerting the effort of an hour massage. While I’m relaxing and recharging, I am appreciating what these people do to bring money for their families.
