The stop today actually was one of those private beaches/islands/whatevers that many of the cruise lines lease from local governments. I forget the name of all of them, but it has turned out to be a simple and safe way to do business.
All the money (with the exception of the local flea market) is owned and operated by the cruise line; the money stays in house. The nearby residents who have jobs are vetted for security issues and there is rarely a problem since there are many more people wanting jobs than there are jobs.
And no – I didn’t bother to get off the ship. It was another lovely day of peace and quiet in the lounge where I managed to knit through the first three graphs on Bonnie’s shawl.
Tomorrow is San Juan where I will foray onto land before I forget what earth beneath my feet feels like. Failing that – I will have to settle for concrete.
We were treated badly by the Hatian vendors. Never again…