The island

The travel iron always seems to work a treat.

Finally here. 

I'd pre checked the weather report so I knew to expect the heat.

Two and a half hours ago flew by and now we are in close proximity to the beach. 

Sat on the bed, the attempt to sleep really wasn't a success.

Noise and music reverberates outside the window.

Ay carumba! Look at the state of this room - it's already a mess.

Risidual thoughts of lunch, or was it brunch?

Let's say it was a mixture of the two. 

By three, looking over a balcony viewing the people at the pool. 

If I see another moron wearing a New Era cap backwards I think I'm gonna snap...

Back to the pressing matter in hand. 

Did you see Idris Elba in that car?

On this island he's not an actor, he's a dj, he's a star.

A domain for celebrated folk. 

Funny that, it doesn't appear to help the economy - it's still a joke.

A famous island cavorting in the sun. A picture postcard place for the young and alike to come and seek fun. 

A plethora of 'body art' is all the rage.

What next? 

Night fall, they all spill into the street. 

Music, lights: ACTION!

Provocative clothing sure to get a reaction.

West African women standing about attempting to sell sex.

Behaviour that surely would dismay their family. 

But they don't care...

Hedonism is dancing with narcissism. 

The women from Senegal will offer to braid your hair. 

It's an intoxicating mix.

Just make sure you get good pics.

Demola, TCC