This hut was right along the path we walked coming back from the water's
edge.
And this little
guy was playing right in front of that hut, with several tiny hermit crabs
in his little bucket. I assume he had caught them under that hut
which is probably his home.
Jennifer told me these coconuts were being sun-dried for oil.
Imagine that! We cannot even get coconut oil here anymore because of
the pleasure police who forced coconut oil out of our theater popcorn some
years ago. But over there they are processing it in the streets for
their daily needs!