Working for the man, every night and day… big wheel keeps on turnin,
Tourists are still coming in drove and enjoying a night out.
From the gang-plank, I can see the unlit barge along side (and small speed boat, not Somalian though). Years ago, those barges carried human cargo. Mass of humanity, helplessly clung to the hope of a new tomorrow out there in the open seas. The “mini-mass” are trickling back. First as tourists, in cognito and blended in with Asian and Westerner counterparts.
Slowly, the feel of the place gets more at home: high-end hair salon and spa,
organized tours and menu in dollars.
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