Prince’s Town was a quick fifteen-minute drive from the Cape Three Points lighthouse. It didn’t look too interesting when we first arrived, but maybe it was because it was Sunday and hardly anyone was around.
Part of the beach at Prince’s Town was used for a garbage dump as well as a toilet, but once you got past the nasty part, the rest was lovely.
Unfortunately for me, it was nearly noon. The clouds had thinned out, and the sun was threatening to burn me like a mackerel in a frying pan. I had to shoot fast. We had been keeping an eye out ever since leaving Kokrobite for a straw hat for me, but no luck.
There were more rocks here, which helped break the waves as did this small promontory, and made it a relatively safe spot for children to swim.
Stanley spent some time talking with these fishermen but not in English, so while he was doing that I scurried around snapping everything in sight.
As always, the visitor attracts attention, especially when there’s a camera in sight. When I showed them their photo on the camera, there was much giggling and shrieks of excitement.