The unmistakeable sound of young men behaving badly drifting across the water. Robert was drawn to investigate, and wandered round the bay.
He accepted a can of tasteless fizzy warm beer, declined a spliff, and answered questions about his trip and how he liked the island.
“What do you do?” he enquired of one man.
“I drink,” The reply came with a grin. “In my spare time I’m a policeman.”
The others, all of whom seemed to speak some English, chuckled, exposing teeth and gums stained bright red by betel nut.