By the time we arrived at the beach, we were the only ones left on the bus. Because it is winter now and the day was cool and breezy, the beach was totally empty except for us crazy North Americans and a few dedicated joggers. The waves were exceptionally large and the tide was coming in.
There were wooden chairs and small wooden tables with palm branch umbrella stands that lined the long beach in double rows and the whole beach had the feeling of vacancy about it. The black flag was waving to warn everyone not to get into the water. We saw many different kinds of birds overhead and in the water.
We saw fishermen with their poles going to fish in the water between the piers. We saw a raccoon that Brother Day called “Harvey” and said he lives right there on the pier. Harvey came right up to us and more or less demanded some food and stood on his feet waiting while Brother Day peeled a mandarin.