Pigeon Point Park : Feb. 22

"Sea, sand, and love." That's what Dexter (or Phillip or Alex or whichever guy that was approaching us) told us.

After agreeing with Daryl to do our tour tomorrow, we went into Pigeon Point. Though you have to pay (gasp) $3 USD to get in, it was idyllic. There is a road through the palms with the ocean on your left. Boats are rocking in the waves just below the curve of the sand. Beach huts begin to appear, then a small, brightly colored market is nestled in the trees. You keep walking, until you hit the beach, and it's like your feet are melting into the soft sand. The surf is varied but always warm (but keeps you cool).

Around the curve of the beach (the point of Pigeon Point, I'm sure), is a cabana hut with a slow, but trustworthy, bartender (who is a bit tipsy himself). As he said, the three people you should trust are you taxi driver, your chef, and your bartender. So we trust away as he mixes drinks that we name after the girl who orders them. And, if you stay by the bar, he tops up your drink with liquor.

So you don't stay too close to the bar. You drift out to the welcoming sand where you can sit and chat and listen to the surf mingle with the sounds of your voices.

Close to 6, the sun begins to plunge toward the horizon. A playful dog comes up and you start the chase up and down the beach. When you get tired (and the sun is at the brim of the sea), you attempt a game of fetch, but inanimate objects are much less interesting.

So you pull out your camera for the two shots of the sun before it bottoms out in the sea. The dusky light allows not quite enough time to get back to the guesthouse, but the group dances back, making friends the whole way.