This enterprising gentleman took advantage of a long, slow lineup to make a bit of cash.
He dressed up his alpaca in all its camelid finery and worked his way through more than 1,500 people, offering to take a picture of them posing with his very fuzzy companion.
We were waiting to be tendered back to our cruise ship, but the waters were rough and the tenders could only have riders inside, not on the upper, open deck.
It was hot and still where we were and we had no place to go. He had a captive, and somewhat restive, audience. I didn't take him up on his offer, but neither did he make the offer to me. Walked right by in fact.
I expect he made out okay.
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