“I know of a place where there is a warming sun, the breeze is constant, the grass is gold and the roads are dusty.
I know of a place where the locals pray for no rain, no storm and for the weather to always be - hot, dry and dusty.
I know of a place where there is pink crystallizing lakes and glinting salty mountains.
Where day and night the work never stops, men are in tractors and others in harvesters’ simultaneously working to load dump trucks. Then the dump trucks speed away to the dock to deposit the salt onto waiting ships.
I know of a place where the warm friendly locals take great pride in this production and pass their skills to their generations.
I know of a place, way down south, where for decades there has been the making of ‘white gold’- salt and the industry still lives on today. I know of a place, a great place, Great Inagua, the home of salt industry.”
I know of a place where the locals pray for no rain, no storm and for the weather to always be - hot, dry and dusty.
I know of a place where there is pink crystallizing lakes and glinting salty mountains.
Where day and night the work never stops, men are in tractors and others in harvesters’ simultaneously working to load dump trucks. Then the dump trucks speed away to the dock to deposit the salt onto waiting ships.
I know of a place where the warm friendly locals take great pride in this production and pass their skills to their generations.
I know of a place, way down south, where for decades there has been the making of ‘white gold’- salt and the industry still lives on today. I know of a place, a great place, Great Inagua, the home of salt industry.”