You can't make assumptions about people. It's easy to arrive in an island where people seemingly don't have much money and lead simple lives, and assume that YOU are the traveler (the one with the best story, the VIP), and they are the simple folk (the ones who should be interested in you <-- all kinds of bad assumptions right here).

I joined a few cruisers in exploring the jeep track trails on windward side of Carriacou. After passing the school, a fellow in an old t-shirt and jeans stopped us in the street and introduced himself as David. It turns out he had only been on Cariacou for 25 days, was from Brooklyn, and had lived in London for 5 years. He and his cousin were restoring a house left to them by his mother. The cousin had a British accent. He was living in a tent on the land, and he showed us around. Exhibits: beach-front property where various neighboring companies were stealing his sand, 2 goats with a baby kid he just bought; 2 goats he had already lost track of, a big knee-high dome, used in traditional cooking. We later saw him standing in the ocean up to his waist, hand-line fishing. He caught a fish with his first attempt.