The most remarkable event of that day was Harry’s encounter with a young man he passed as he was walking back to the Kusi from town. Harry had browsed in a shop that sold children’s toys and sporting goods, mostly for visiting beachgoers. He thought perhaps he might buy a mask with a snorkel. He’d wade out some distance and crouch down in waist-high water to catch sight of underwater fauna and flora. He wasn’t ready to take a boat trip, and he had no use for swim fins. But it didn’t take him long in the shop to realize this errand was just another time-waster. He’d go to all that bother and probably wouldn’t be able to see anything.
The fellow was walking toward him, carrying a bundle of sticks on his head. His clothes were dirty and tattered, and he wore no shoes. Seeing Harry approach,
