Life's a Beach and then you die!

As before, when one is trapped on a beach, life becomes a daily holiday iteration. Not much different from our last beach log, in fact (those easily bored should give up now). Breakfast can be anything from green curry to something wonderful from the egg chef (why is it that fried eggs with a dash of ham and cheese tastes so much better in foreign countries?). If we sit in the outside restaurant the insects can be a pain but luckily Linda is a white witch and has brewed up aerosols made from natural essential oils that forms a protective repellent barrier . . . OH GOD IT'S BURROWING INTO MY LEG!

Next it's battling with the towel-placing morons for a sunbed on the rocky shore outside our seaward-facing villa. There are plenty of empty sunbeds on the Samet Villa's sandy beach but we prefer the partial shade of a tree to an umbrella. Luckily, the insects aren't a problem thanks to Linda's concoctions . . OUCH, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!

It's a bit hot at the moment thereby confounding my earlier weather forecast. Sometimes there's no breeze at all so I feel the need to take a walk along the available bays and beaches this side of the island and examine the wide variety of beached sea mammals along the shore, and all other things mammalian, I suppose. And tattooed. And, sometimes, damned strange. On my weary and sweaty return Linda will rather kindly declare it Beer o'Clock and we order cold large Changs on a rickety wooden bench in the sand at a nearby beach restaurant. Afternoon brings a respite from this hectic lifestyle when we rest for a few hours or, like now, I'll find an air-conditioned room to write rubbish like this. Then its shower and least smelly clothes for an evening's pre-dinner drinkies before another simple evening supper. 

Just to deviate from this boring perambulation, two nights go we walked back up the coast to the Sunrise Bar, a place we spent a memorable New Years Eve with Mike and Carolyn and Louise. Now, to us, the area where we had sprawled out on cushions on the beach five years ago now looks considerably, well, truncated. And lower. In fact, thinking it over, the whole bay looked a bit smaller than we remembered. We asked our friendly hippy host about this and, as best we can determine, a "big wave" hit the beach "next month" (I assume he mean't last month as I doubt the local ganja is that powerful). Curious, I tried researching this on the net but could only find one reference to a "small tsunami" (like, four inches high) hitting Thailand on the 24th January after an 8.4 earthquake in Indonesia. It certainly would have been the right time if we understood the owner but it  effectively wiped out half the sand in the bay on this island. Where there was once an unbroken stretch of sand leading 20 or 30 meters out to the shoreline there is now a six inch drop in the sand revealing rocks that hadn't (I'm sure,) been there before, like someone had taken a bite out of the bay. Maybe the Cavs can shed some light on it when  they arrive tomorrow.