Noppharat, no idea how to pronounce it, beach is the quiet one as I mentioned previously. This morning was no different, only a few people around. We virtually had the mile of beach to ourselves. The sand was quite compact and easy to walk upon. We scoured the continuous line of shells laying at the end of the waves reach. Most were small and uninteresting, however, Marie was able to spot a few that were unique. Picking shells is very soothing for the mind.
There are hundreds of little sand crabs creating miniature burrows in the sand. The debris they remove as they make their way into the sand, is scattered about in tiny mud balls as the sand is so very fine. The result is a magnificent work of art with the beach as the canvas. Each mud ball appears as though it were intricately placed as part of a masterpiece. Obviously that could not possibly be true as they are only crabs looking for a place to survive, or? LOL.
The length of the beach was decorated with beautiful trees offering shade for the beach goers. A park setting with a winding concrete path for pedestrians
We etched the end of the beach where a channel allowed the tour boats to gain access to the public. Most were just docked on the sand. A sand bar outlined the channel and allowed people to walk to a small island. Not much there but as we are adventurous we had to go to the other side.
Back on the beach we came across a lot of young people belonging to a group called "Projects Abroad" working at cleaning up the beach. They come out every Monday and Friday morning to pick up garbage. What a great bunch of kids and great organization! They explained to us what a problem Thailand has with garbage, not only at the local level but at the government level as the country is not able to handle all of the waste.
On the way back we stopped in at the "Coffee in Love" shack for breakfast. Fried eggs and bacon for Moi, Marie with a healthier choice of yogurt and cornflakes. As we were sitting chatting to an interesting fellow from Sweden ( turns out he is married to the owner, a delightful Thai woman) a small gecko launched a sneak attack on my plate. At least he thought he was being sneaky, so funny. He crept along the table top to the edge of my plate and then bent his body around the rim, grabbed a mouthful of the remaining egg yolk, and ran. We tried to get a picture but I think he was on to us.
The fellow from Sweden told us he lived in the hills with his lady and her family. He said it was not very safe to live there since he was white (whites are thought of as having money) and therefore a target to be robbed and even killed. His wife's father told him that for his safety he was not allowed to go out and smoke in the evenings and the old man would walk the perimeter of the property looking for intruders. Apparently a land/home owner can legally kill an intruder. Yikes, what goes on up in them thar hills? On top of that he claims there are a lot of poisonous snakes lurking about in the jungle.
Swede was very interesting. He said his lady had had enough of him and wanted him to go back to Sweden for a break. Made us laugh. He told us that after the tsunami hit Phuket most of the businesses were wiped out and most did not have insurance. This opened the door for foreigners, namely the Russians to invest. According to Swede a lot of corruption ensued with a lot of prostitution and the likes. Everything is very expensive, a lot of clubs and a lot of girlie bars. Other people have also told us they hated Phuket because it was so busy with a lot of girlie bars and prostitution and vendors in every tourist's face trying to sell something.
A little lizard with a red back caught our attention so Marie snapped a photo. On the way back Marie almost stepped on another lizard sunning himself on the path. After bolting just before Marie's foot was about to crush him he stopped to pose for a photo. Show off!
The rest of the day was a designated lay and relax by the pool day.
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