Whoosh. There goes another week. The Cavs arrived as expected on Thursday afternoon, intercepted before they could check in and dragged kicking and screaming to the nearest beach bar. (Okay, we waved from the bar as they clambered off their speedboat and they came over, ordering G&Ts as they sat down!) Since then we have met up for breakfast, Beer o'clock, pre-dinner drinkies, and a late night feast on the beach under the stars on a daily basis.
Last night the tide has gone out and all the restaurants had laid out tables on the damp, packed sand. Dinner was a mix of prawns, BBQd fish in a vegetable soup, Penang curry, sweet and sour stir fry, and other stuff I can't remember. Mike persuaded me to share a 70cl bottle of Sang Som with him as "it works out cheaper in the long run". It's the local sugar cane rum but I'm not sure how much methanol there is in there or whether it would be legal in the EU. Mix some coke and soda in with it and its fine: doesn't seem to have impaired my mental faculties at all . . . . .
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. . . . where was I? Oh yes, where has the week gone? Koh Samet is more or less as I remember it (apart from the size of the beaches but they all looked pretty big last night as Linda guided me home!) Clear waters -- good for swimming as long as you avoid the steady procession of arriving speedboats. Fire dancers who spray burning lighter fluid about as they hula hoop with rings of fire while you eat (don't take the tables nearest the beach -- some of the dancers are as young as 10 and very enthusiastic). Spirit lanterns gently sent aloft to disappear into the night sky. Flotillas of squid ships on the horizon glowing furiously with a hard green luminescence, presumably to attract the cephalopods but looking to have enough wattage to light a small city on Halloween. A general mixture of music, easy listening or dance floor bass: choose according to your mood. Barbecues and grills and stews and soups and stir fries of every imaginable combination of sweet or savoury or curry or chilli meat, fish or crustacean you could want. And alcohol, of course. Lots of that!
So. One more night of this hell and it's back to Bangkok tomorrow although I doubt if our livers will mind. Like the eponymous Lotus Eaters, you could conceivably stay here forever and lose your mind -- there are certainly some examples of those wandering about.
6 comments:
You on drugs?
It is just possible that said fire ant has induced a sad state of mind loss, that is on the assumption that there was something to lose in the first place or perhaps that Linda has hit him on the head again. Perhaps the Doctor could enlighten Us ?
Just off to search me wardrobe, those saffron robes must be here somewhere. Zen baby Zen
It is recorded both in medical journals and star date logs that it is possible that all of these situations may cause some severe distress. I understand that in this particular case that one or all, are not unusual, and that I would suggest a lie down with several beers ! However they may recurr. Sorry Mrs Lampen there is not much hope.
Apply ice to all infected areas but not if it affects the applier, if happens large tall bacardi / gin with ice and retreat to veranda. Ignore screams,
"Oh its all gone quiet overthere!!" Finally found the perfect soporofic snifter then? Well done .... don't miss the flight home.
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