I walked toward the tallest man, who still looked angry. ‘How can I help YOU?’ he said menacingly.
‘You can help me,’ I replied calmly, ‘Find love in people’s hearts.’
He paused, surprised. ‘And why should I do THAT?’
I can feel less menace in his voice. ‘Because I’m a priest,’ I said. This island is 90% religious. ‘Great to meet you!’ I felt his aggressive energy recede. I’ve got through.
He stared, then laughed. ‘You’re one of us man. I’m Soloman. Have a beer.’
I swigged from a bottle and shuffled Caribbean dance-style. A young lady in a Rasta hat danced over, and thrust her good-sized butt into me. ‘It’s good,’ Soloman laughed. ‘Ladies love doing that here.’
Fun and photos later, we hugged goodbye. ‘I’ll see you when the ship returns in three weeks,’ I said as I left inter-racial love and harmony temporarily behind.