Thursday, is Housekeeper Day.
I must have been a bit vulnerable to suggestion today, because the mendicants had a field day with me. I must have given away over ten dollars, in coins and small denomination notes. I even gave away a fiver to one particularly sad story, despite not believing it. I realised too late there was a cruise ship in port, and everyone was on their toes except me. On the way to have some lunch I was accosted by the usual touts, whom I have no trouble brushing off. It is with the beggars that I find it hard to be brusque and ungiving. I responded politely in the negative to all the offers of rings, watches rolled gold bracelets and zigzig from lean and hungry looking Indians and impoverished Melanesians with furtive looks.
Then someone fell into stride beside me, there was a gentle touch on my arm, and a warm voice asked if I would like to have a ‘good time". Frankly, there is nothing I would like more right now, but I don’t believe a good time is actually something one gets from strangers. I immediately responded with a polite "No thank you" before I even turned to look at her. As I did I was rewarded by a brilliant smile as she walked on before me. I was quite taken aback. She was very lovely indeed. Well dressed, extremely attractive, and not looking at all as one might expect of someone in her trade in this city. In slim fitting jeans and a modest but becoming blouse she appeared more like an attractive office girl, or shop assistant than a street walker. My first thought was that I would like to take a photo of her, my second was that even if I did I could not put it either here or on Facebook. Not, at least, in the context of what I have written so far, as she could be arrested, beaten, and probably raped. I felt a pang of regret, not for having turned down her offer, but for the fact that she had to make her living that way.
Anyway, I am supposed to stay off the computer until tomorrow, so that’s it for today.