It was a beautiful day, and the waves were just as brutal as the day before. The red DANGEROUS NO SWIMMING flags were still in place, although we'd been told that it was all right to swim as long as we didn't go out too far, and provided that we made sure that the lifeguards were awake before going in the water (yup, for real). KT and I had a good time wrestling with the waves, but when a wave knocked me off my feet and turned me in a perfect somersault before dragging me across the sand and then spitting me out on the beach, I decided to take a break for awhile.
Mark eventually met up with us, slurping an ice cream bar, which made KT and me smile. Mark said he'd enjoyed a massage from one of the women out of the hordes that were lining the streets repeating, "Hello, welcome to Thailan'. You wan' massaaaaaaaaaage?" I was glad he'd found a way to enjoy himself while KT and I lounged on the beach. He headed out into the water while I photographed some of the local wildlife. I thought the abundant common mynas were interesting, since most of the ones in Singapore are Javan mynas.
|Me and Mark at the beach|
|KT and Mark in the Andaman Sea|
|KT laying out...and dancing?|
Adding to the awesomeness was this poster of fruits and vegetables. Obviously hawthron, brinjaul, megranate, and spinage are all essential parts of a balanced diet.
I also appreciated the drink stirrers in our insanely delicious banana milkshakes.
We turned in early that night, as we had to get up early for a tour we booked to go out to Phang Nga Bay. That night, as we got ready to go to sleep, Mark was bested by the taco bed, which collapsed and chomped him like a big angry mouth.