It's those local cows again, the ones that seem to roam freely all over town, seemingly belonging to no one in particular.
Yet about an hour or so after this photograph was taken, they appeared once again, this time walking in the other direction. It's as if their afternoon walk was done, and they were ready to march right back home. Maybe they do belong to someone, after all.
On its return trip down the beachfront, one of the cows got its horns caught up in the resort's volleyball net. After a minute or two, it found its way out and moved on.
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