The Road had told us that a man on a nearby island might be able to find us some lobster and as we've been waiting since the Bahamas it was time to follow up. It was a short dinghy ride, dodging a couple of reefs and stopping to say hello to a couple of boats we knew, to come to the island. We could see three huts spaced along the shore and opted for the furthest north. Going ashore I was greeted by a whoop of children, happy, smiling kids. Mum was sitting in the middle and gave permission to enter her domain. There was a large traditional hut with hammocks inside, a table with a pair of wellingtons on it and coconuts underneath and a separate thatched hut open on one side and with a cooking fire in the middle.
Speaking Spanish with the oldest son we found the seas have been too rough for the fishermen to go out but if we come back in 2 hours the father would be back from his fishing trip and might have lobsters.
By this time David had tied up the dinghy and come to join me with this engaging group. I took some photos of them and David got a picture of us all. And every time, the children posed beautifully and then rushed to the back of the camera to see their picture. They loved seeing themselves so much that when we printed copies of two of the family portraits and took them with us as presents when we went back for lobsters/. No lobsters, but the children loved the photos.
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