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Published: November 8th 2014
Everyone loves the beach
I just think they're lovelySaturday I slept late. I was thinking I might get a massage, but they were closed. Again. Probably for the best considering I think the cost is a bit more geared towards tourists than locals. I picked up my batik (it had to dry, etc) and then went to lunch at a restaurant my batik master suggested. The restaurant was buffet style, like what I enjoy at school each day, only bigger. I opted for curried fish, veggies, and my favorite, milk tea. The restaurant was popular and the people watching fantastic.
I went to the beach for the afternoon. I took a large bottle of water and a book with me. Of course, the day with the best weather, I didn't bring my camera and only had my phone. I walked across the white sand, sandals in my hand. The dried ripples were hard and it was like having a foot massage with each step. I found a large patch of sand that was surrounded by shallow water, like an island in the middle of the beach. I plopped myself down, cracking open my book. There were only a few people and they were a ways a way; the
only sound I could hear was the waves crashing on the beach.
Eventually, the sounds of the waves and the smell of the sea got to me. I put down my book and waded in. The water was warm, a perfect temperature. The sounds I made with each step were addicting, and soon I was trying to be a little noisier. And finally, I could take it no more: SPLASH! I jumped full force, spraying water high into the air. I giggled and looked around, pleased that no one saw me. And did it again before heading back to my book.
I went back and forth between by book and the water a few more times before deciding to head back to my chalet for a cool shower and a quick nap before dinner.
The last day in Cherating was like a holiday within a holiday. I must do it again.
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