Beach Camping

Beach Camping
The Carnival (Mardi Gras) came to Cayes this year. It was remarkable in that Cayes was pummeled by Matthew only four months ago or so. Now they were hosting the nation for the annual street party. I didn’t go. I avoid crowds like the plague. Reports from those who went said it was a success. No one died (as happens so often). I guess that’s how you rate a street party.
I spent those days in a small red tent with two other non-carnivalers down by the beach. The tent was about 20 paces from the water. It was glorious. No bugs to speak of. Only sand and sun. The other guys returned home each day and brought food, so I was able to remain there for two full days. It was restful, refreshing and beautiful. (I must confess, though, that we didn’t rough it too badly. We took my generator and ran it all night in order to have lights…for security’s sake.)
Sand is pretty hard, though. I was happy to sleep on my bed the next night.