MrX Posted April 12, 2005 Report Share Posted April 12, 2005 The train from Bangkok stops at Surat early in the morning disgorging travellers. Generally they have not slept well some keeping others awake. Touts swarm selling rides to the three islands Fewer and fewer go to Koh Samui, backpackers disdain Searching out the real thing We were five Two adults, thee kids, falang and Thai Eating breakfast, ignoring the admonitions of smoking departing buses. An elderly Benz sedan purring at the taxi rank would take us to the pier The exquisitely weathered driver crouching over her, polishing what already shone The road there starts wide and funnels rural toward the port though the jetty is new. Mercedes, my friend has an estate on Chaweng Settling into her condos, two wood lined rooms each Coconut fronds drape the jambs Enormous symmetrical spider webs spanning hooks for clothes We went out to collect provisions according to our ethnicities The next day was real adventure Eating breakfast seaside A bull elephant careers alone along the sand Some leathery muscles striated by the effort of its pace Mahouts in the wake, Rivulating sweat, carrying sharp hooked sticks That late afternoon we frolic in shallow trophy waters A heavy falang woman is bathing Slowly the geometry of her aquatics disturb They are spirals diminishing around us I would but can no longer discount intention The children alarm ?What falang do? I gamble wrong ?Baa? I say ?I am not mad? her angry accent flecked mid-European I gamble 2 with a growling protection She cannot swim well enough To encircle us in deep water I know the kids are like fish too Head together for the point A scuttling shoal She makes to follow, before turning back for the shore We leave the water behind the rocks, returning home via a stony path Which burns our soles, innocence briefly rent Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chuckwoww Posted April 13, 2005 Report Share Posted April 13, 2005 Perhaps I have sat on that very beach, Watching similar subtle karmic collisions. Sorry Romp.... Your style is infectious. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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