after visiting my favourite heladera ( ice cream stall ) on the public side of the dividing harbour wall , the only place that i could actually go too on my lonesome ( in one of the by now many small harbour craft bobbing about the place ) , without a small army of knuckle draggers ( close protection specialists ) in attendance , i sated myself with a tub of mora ice cream ( blackberry flavour ) , and as i dangled my feet over the edge of the harbour wall , gazing on the tranquil scene , i idly wondered how many sniper scopes were zeroed in on the locals that wandered blissfully around me .