Silhouettes Of Old Men With Time To Kill

I came to a top of a hill. It was a vantage point and the ocean was well seen from there. There were some previous visitors. At first, they were tourists like me. Yet they were not tourists. They were locals.

Some local old men were lazy and relax in the shade. While they were enjoying chatting, the women on the island could be working at the same time. Women work harder than men on the island. So I thought this environment could just fit to me.