“Want to see Dolphins?” offered a tour operator.
Digging our heels into the dark sand, we looked far at the horizon, and shook our heads. The sun will soon set and the dolphins will be lost to the world.
“One price for two people”
“Not interested” I said without making eye contact. Not that I wanted to be rude but that was an effective way of shaking off a lout with a snout. He went away.
Beside the beach, next to the frangipani trees were numerous cafes and a market. The market sold many hand-crafted curios, wooden carvings, t-shirts and tours. Most of the artwork and tours were dedicated to, well, dolphins.