The masaje mafia, and machete man.

The massage ladies moved out of their tent to catch some ocean breeze. They are not at all as dour as they look. They all have tiny smiles and are very sweet. The one on the far right killed the scorpion that stung my wife, and the one to her right cried when she saw her the next day. As an aside, after a week of beach volleyball their fingers are magical.
The extra pic shows the fellow who trims the palms and mango trees , which are full of scorpions and bees, where we stay. Please note the absence of a ladder. ...safety harness, shoes, well ,you get the idea.