The sun is peeking in between the bamboo sticks that make up my hut. I look out the window and check the waves this morning. The full moon last week brought in big waves and high tide. I pull up the mosquito net and crawl out of bed after another good night sleep. I climbed down the 3 step ladder to the sand and headed for breakfast. My usual, musli, yogurt with small pieces of watermelon and pineapple is the best breakfast i have found hands down.
Mr Surat, the owner of Smile Hut told me that they're having a brlessing ceremony for the opening of Smile Hut 2. A monk from the monestary was coming at 10 am this morning. I asked him if I can go and take photos and he nodded yes. Mr Surat is a cute old man, retired from a chushy government job and is now delving in the guesthouse business. The only problem is that he thinks he speakd English very well, but I have a hard time understanding him. I think the problem is that I don't understand "thai-english". Bruno and Irene (a couple from Italy) understand him better with their broken-english then i do. But don't you worry I'm staring to master broken-english as well and now people are starting to understand what i'm talking about!
After breakfast I went for an early morning walk on the beach. IT was around 8am by then adn there was noone else on the beach except for a Thai woman and her little son. I passed them sitting on the sand and smiled and they smiled back. Then they started walking behind me and after a few steps caught up. I greeted them and they said hello back. We started speaking in my new learned "broken-English" and to my surprise and amusement the Mother actually understood me and I her. Some words she did not know she asked me to spell for her in the sand. So i knelt down and spelled out "shell", "sister", "brother" for her. She told me that she lives in Ranong and is here visiting some family for the long holiday weekend (IT's the King of Thailand's 82nd Birthday today...a national holiday). Her son, Lai, who hid behind his mother's whilte blouse when i thried to talk to him is the youngest of 3 boys. We continued walking to the end of the beach and she invited me to her house for tea. We walked a little away from the beach where the jungle begins and there's a small dirt road that leads to the village.
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