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Published: December 28th 2005
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Martine and new friend, Long Beach
Why that is the finest sand rabbit I have ever seen! Enough of death! This entry will solely concentrate on all the fun and life affirming days we are having!!!! I promise.
We have truly settled into Phi Phi. We moved today to a bungalow set on a great beach, which is only a 10 minute scramble across the rocks to get to the busy port area of the island. This means we can escape from the crowds all day (for some reason our beach is wonderfully empty) but head to the bright lights of the bustling tourist ghetto for our evenings. Don't worry mum and Del, we take a longboat when it is dark and don't chance the riskier route. The weather is finally perfect for a long slow bake (Steve) or to lounge languidly in the shade (me!). Have ventured out a little, but the sun is mercilessly strong here and it doesn't take too long to take on a lobster like hue. The sea is so clear and perfect for snorkelling and kayaking. We plan to do some day trips soon but have found it incredibly easy to just bask all day with only a game of frisbee or a dip in the sea to break things up.
Steve's effort
Guess who won the sand building competition? Last night we were treated to a display of cabaret Thai style. We spent the first 5 minutes trying to shut our mouths as a procession of sequined 'ladies' trounced on and off stage, miming poorly to such anthems as "I will survive' and "Can't fight the moonlight". Admittedly it was a free show and the audience was largely made up of drunken tourists, what did we expect?! Steve declared every dancer who came on to 'DEFINITELY be a man' but I wasn't so sure, they could just of been very manly, butch ladies. There were without doubt a few real ladies mixed in - maybe to keep us guessing? - but by the end I was coming round more and more to Steve's way of thinking. Women just don't have calves like that. Or stubble. And we are in Thailand! Anyways, we have added a few photos so you can see the calibre of the evening's beauties. Most of the performers displayed a highly affected air as if someone had stuck a rotten trout under their nose and asked them to inhale deeply. One 'lady' looked soooo bored by the proceedings that it was a joy when the
star of the show gamely bounded on stage with loads of energy and pizazz. This was one that Steve and I agreed on 100%, utter ladyboy. Despite having no silicone breasts (in the minority amongst her peers) this performer wore a spangly shocking pink bikini top, an ill-fitting asymmetrical tangerine wig and little else. She cavorted round the stage in a manical frenzy shaking her enormous stomach at her adoring public. It was something to behold. Think a cross between Jonny Vegas and Bernard Manning shaking their booty for all they have got and you are getting close. For all their pneumatic breasts and all too pert buttocks she knocked spots off her snooty comerades in terms of showmanship and entertainment value. Steve did take a short video clip of her antics for those who need to see to believe.
There are bats the size of dogs here - apparently. Amazingly this was touted as a selling point to a sunset snorkelling tour we were offered. The leaflet did not specify whether the bats in question were the size of a Chiwaouwou (ok not how you spell it but too lazy to look it up) or say, Great Dane
Steve @ Long Beach, Phi Phi
Sadly Steve lost the lower section of his left arm in a recent Tuk Tuk accident. - absent details that could make a great deal of difference in my opinion. Solved this for myself the other night when I realised the seagulls swooping above my head as I stargazed were actually bats. About the size of a Jack Russell in case you are wondering.
Have enjoyed one massage whilst in Thailand - bit scared actually. I had a very sweet lady who I hoped would go easy on me. Being a wimp I opted for a foot massage, although by the end she had commandered my inner thighs into the fray and finished off with my back, arms and neck! Thai massage from this experience reminds me of the kind of things Francine and I used to get up to in the back of the car on the way home from school. Lots of pinching and pushing, but unfortunately no angry arm from mum blindly looking for a naughty culprit to smack and end the pain. During my thai massage experience my mind was saying things like "oh now that's nice, ohh but getting a bit hard, actually that is really start to smart a bit". I really wanted to feel the real thing so
Evacuation route, Phi Phi
Now don't start worrying Del! I stopped myself from jumping in and stopping her, or asking for it to be toned down. Made me realise that every massage I had had til that point had been purely superficial and skimming the surface. This woman really knew anatomy and she worked my feet and legs with sure expert hands. I came to fear the word 'relax' as it was usually followed by some kind of pain! Steve playing soothing guitar ballads didn't even help. It did drone out the yelps of the guy curtained off next to me who had bravely opted for the back massage. He made noises that no longer sounded human. I felt great afterwards. Supple, springy and smelling faintly of Vicks? Haven't returned for the next foray, Steve is refusing to accompany me claiming he hasn't enough flesh to enjoy the pummeling. Wimp.
Anyhoo. This is us for a while. There's sun, sea and sand worshipping to be done and Steve and I are faithful followers. Love to you all, dust off those moonboots and make a snow angel for me. M x
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Greg
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Blog of the Moment
Hi Martine, I've been following you and Steve for a few posts now and I've made you my "Blog of the Moment" on my About.com site: http://goasia.about.com Glad you're enjoying Thailand. Keep blogging... Greg