Under the Boardwalk
You've probably heard the song "Under the Boardwalk," by The Drifters, right? (If not, I imagine you must be pretty comfortable under that rock, though how you got Internet access there is a mystery to me.) There's a line in the original version that goes like so:
(Under the boardwalk) Out of the sun,
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be having some fun.
(Under the boardwalk) People walking above.
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be making love
Under the boardwalk, boardwalk.
I was thinking about it this afternoon, and I don't think I'd like to make love under a boardwalk. It's probably really gross down there, all covered with discarded bottles and cans, hot dog wrappers, cigarette butts, and ABC gum. Not to mention seagull poop. Add in the potential for getting arrested on charges of lewd behavior and I think I'll stick to someplace a little more conventional for my lovemaking.
Actually, I had never head of that song before I read Anansi Boys.
You see, Mike, the problem here is that you are accustomed to [i]California[/i] beaches. The Drifters song is an East Coast, specifically, a Jersey Shore song (California has beaches, New Jersey has The Shore). The Jersey Shore is famous for its boardwalk. The thing is a marvel of delights, both above, for family-friendly activities, and below, where there are pristine soft white sands, lots of comfortable pillows, and love-making accoutrements.
Your naïveté is showing.