Smiles
February 12th, 2010, 10:31
The old man has been working hard this high season, and frankly this coming home at 2 in the morning after one more airport pickup and proceeding to snoring away 2 minutes later and ignoring the hottie in bed beside him who also happens to be panting away in leering anticipation (unfullfilled this time, and the last and the last) needs to be seriously re-thunk.
This 'Working Man' schtick is getting old rapidly (as am I) and one can only hope for the onset of a slower season and a horny boyfriend once again who taps one on the shoulder once again at odd hours and (once again) has new positions in mind.
So, to get 'work' out of the system for a day we hopped into the shaggin' wagon and made of at high speed for parts south ... ending up at one of our favourite tropical getaway beach, Ban Kroot, just outside Bang Saphan about 100 miles south of Hua Hin.
We left early and stopped on the other side of Prachuap Kiri Khan for breakfast at one of those ubiquitous roadside restaurants: you never know what you'll get in these places, but that's one of their delights. Unfortunately this one was not one of the best ... khao pad gai with bones in the gai part is not my idea of Thai haute cuisine and I was lucky to escape without breaking part of a tooth (I was oh so close).
But, there's a silver lining in any situation if one gives it a chance, and in this joint a chance did happen to rear it's head ... in the shape of a small book case beside our table (I chose it, the table ~ unawares ~ because of that). I picked up the first book at hand for a swift perusal, expecting that all of the choices would be in Thai anyway, and thumbed open a page which had obviously been visited before, by many a thumb.
Weirdnesses of all kinds, and laughs of all degrees are always just-around-the-corner in Thailand, and this little restaurant was no exception. Along with boney gai and a Leo lek, I found myself embroiled in positions which had not availed themselves in Real Life recently.
These drawings would normally not raise an eyebrow really . . . but at this time, in this place, over a late breakfast, I found myself in a fantasy right there and then. I showed Mr Pot the book, but the most I received was a shy game of footsie under the table: "Maybe later, honey".
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0646_resize.jpg
But anyway, onward and upward to Ban Krut and it's lazy vistas and agreeable lack of farangs. Run out onto the sand and look northwards: the waves lapping and the grand Temple on The Mount in the distance. Thailand's version of Mont Saint Michel.
We didn't visit it this time, we'd been there before. But if you have never been to this lovely bay, then it's definitely worth a visit. The views from the temple's surrounding marble verandas is terrific (one can see for miles) and air is as clean and pure as is possible to be.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0651_resize.jpg
Always stop here for lunch or dinner, on the beach, at the Beach Restaurant (what else?). They do a mean Sea Bass baked in salt, then split open, flesh tasting of the sea, and slathered in a sweet/hot sauce. This puppy takes a half hour to cook slowly so we ran out on the sand and lay on some deck chairs and guzzled beers and talked about a million things we'd forgotten to talk about lately.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0653_resize.jpg
Another glance north revealed the only other body (besides The Beloved's) I could agree was worth watching. A lone Thai guy ("are you lonely sweetheart? Here, taste this fish") standing in that slightly akimbo silhouette variation only Thais seem to be able to manage with elan . . . that graceful curve inwards at the waistline . . . a 'come hither' to anyone possibly admiring him there on the sand, while yapping on a mobile.
Moments like that ...
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0656_resize.jpg
Waves a-lappin'.
Hard to beat Ban Krut in terms of a certain kind of loneliness, and a certain kind of exhilaration as well. This is a Serious Beach, and beware those who dive in: the pull-back here is very strong (you can feel it just looking), and the quickness of the change in depth degree is a bit scary, but in a good way.
I love the colours in these waters as the sun goes down behind the palm and fir(?) trees along the sandy edge.
The first shot is looking south towards Chumpon and Surat Thani ... the last looking again north towards the temple mountain.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0657_resize.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0660_resize.jpg
Arrived home to Hua Hin in the dark. Read a few pages of the sex manual we'd stolen from the restaurant. Made up for lost time.
This 'Working Man' schtick is getting old rapidly (as am I) and one can only hope for the onset of a slower season and a horny boyfriend once again who taps one on the shoulder once again at odd hours and (once again) has new positions in mind.
So, to get 'work' out of the system for a day we hopped into the shaggin' wagon and made of at high speed for parts south ... ending up at one of our favourite tropical getaway beach, Ban Kroot, just outside Bang Saphan about 100 miles south of Hua Hin.
We left early and stopped on the other side of Prachuap Kiri Khan for breakfast at one of those ubiquitous roadside restaurants: you never know what you'll get in these places, but that's one of their delights. Unfortunately this one was not one of the best ... khao pad gai with bones in the gai part is not my idea of Thai haute cuisine and I was lucky to escape without breaking part of a tooth (I was oh so close).
But, there's a silver lining in any situation if one gives it a chance, and in this joint a chance did happen to rear it's head ... in the shape of a small book case beside our table (I chose it, the table ~ unawares ~ because of that). I picked up the first book at hand for a swift perusal, expecting that all of the choices would be in Thai anyway, and thumbed open a page which had obviously been visited before, by many a thumb.
Weirdnesses of all kinds, and laughs of all degrees are always just-around-the-corner in Thailand, and this little restaurant was no exception. Along with boney gai and a Leo lek, I found myself embroiled in positions which had not availed themselves in Real Life recently.
These drawings would normally not raise an eyebrow really . . . but at this time, in this place, over a late breakfast, I found myself in a fantasy right there and then. I showed Mr Pot the book, but the most I received was a shy game of footsie under the table: "Maybe later, honey".
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0646_resize.jpg
But anyway, onward and upward to Ban Krut and it's lazy vistas and agreeable lack of farangs. Run out onto the sand and look northwards: the waves lapping and the grand Temple on The Mount in the distance. Thailand's version of Mont Saint Michel.
We didn't visit it this time, we'd been there before. But if you have never been to this lovely bay, then it's definitely worth a visit. The views from the temple's surrounding marble verandas is terrific (one can see for miles) and air is as clean and pure as is possible to be.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0651_resize.jpg
Always stop here for lunch or dinner, on the beach, at the Beach Restaurant (what else?). They do a mean Sea Bass baked in salt, then split open, flesh tasting of the sea, and slathered in a sweet/hot sauce. This puppy takes a half hour to cook slowly so we ran out on the sand and lay on some deck chairs and guzzled beers and talked about a million things we'd forgotten to talk about lately.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0653_resize.jpg
Another glance north revealed the only other body (besides The Beloved's) I could agree was worth watching. A lone Thai guy ("are you lonely sweetheart? Here, taste this fish") standing in that slightly akimbo silhouette variation only Thais seem to be able to manage with elan . . . that graceful curve inwards at the waistline . . . a 'come hither' to anyone possibly admiring him there on the sand, while yapping on a mobile.
Moments like that ...
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0656_resize.jpg
Waves a-lappin'.
Hard to beat Ban Krut in terms of a certain kind of loneliness, and a certain kind of exhilaration as well. This is a Serious Beach, and beware those who dive in: the pull-back here is very strong (you can feel it just looking), and the quickness of the change in depth degree is a bit scary, but in a good way.
I love the colours in these waters as the sun goes down behind the palm and fir(?) trees along the sandy edge.
The first shot is looking south towards Chumpon and Surat Thani ... the last looking again north towards the temple mountain.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0657_resize.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sawatdeephotos/forum%20photos%202/IMG_0660_resize.jpg
Arrived home to Hua Hin in the dark. Read a few pages of the sex manual we'd stolen from the restaurant. Made up for lost time.