We dinghy ashore to customs and to have the obligatory rum-drink at Foxy's Bar. Foxy is a calypso singer who performs when he feels like it, and he sings us a welcome as we appear. The songs are politically incorrect, but clever and increasingly hilarious with each rum-punch. Foxy claims to have traveled around the world, but refuses to wear shoes while doing so. The family is prospering, though.
Dinner is ocean-front, with dancing, roast pig and rum.
A dreadlocked Rasta starts up a fishing boat which sports the colors of the Ethiopian flag. A frigate bird splits its tail and skims, effortlessly, on air currents overhead. The sun breaks out over the hillside into a brilliant blue sky. We pull out the handbook, and learn that there is a second water tank which we struggle to open. Now, an important rule is established.