The locals don't eat the mussels; they think they are bad for you. But this guy had a couple of octopus he'd caught and came to see what we were doing with the mussels. He just shook his head and walked away.
Anna from Tapasia is cleaning some of her haul of mussels. They take a lot of work to knock the coral and beards off to make them ready to cook. Better to do it out here than to carry all the excess back to the boats and then have to get rid of it from there.
A roadside vege stand with some nice tomatoes, starfruit and lettuce. We all bought some tomatoes here.
Another cruiser couple asked me if I wanted to join them to go to watch sega dancing. I jumped at the chance on a Sunday afternoon. I thought I was going to watch a sega dance performance, but it turned out the dancing was in the nightclub across the street from the fire station. Sunday afternoons they have a live band that plays music. The band was a drummer with a flat round drum like the one pictured earlier, an accordionist, and two men playing the triangle. A woman sometimes came to sit on the corner and clack together some noise makers. It sort of sounded like zydeco sometimes.
A local boat leaving the harbour at the same time as us. He zigzagged in front of us to put up his sail and then was gone.