The setting sun cloaked the evening sky in shades of pinky pastel, and lit up the island that dominates the coastline around here. A woman wandering by grabs a knife and in swift strokes, beheads for us the three struggling Kahawai on the beach.
"No taste like it," she sighs in satisfaction. "From the sea to the plate in one hour!" Refusing to take even a single salmon for her trouble however, she then strolls off into the sunset with her Bichon Frise toy dog dancing beside her.