26.02.2009 33 °C
As waves wash away our footprints from the Samui sand we are coming to terms with the fact that this Asian adventure is nearing its end. Sheila's dream of becoming a full-time professional sunbather is fast fading into the equatorial sunset and she is ready to throw in the towel. Why? Because she has realized that her proposed new career is no less bothersome than her last. Who would imagine that lying on a lounger, with a good novel, by a warm cerulean sea could be anything short of heavenly? Who would not be happy to swap a corner office at Vancouver Island University for long, dreamy days on this sun-soaked beach.
Hang on just a minute - belay that wistful thought. What about the pests? What about sandflies, mosquitoes and stinging jelly fish?
There are none of these here. But there are pests - hordes of them. Here is one ....
This pesky purveyor of pan-pipes can drive a sane person to an asylum with his ear-splitting tuneless whistling - an apparently successful sales strategy .... anything to get him to buzz off.
These guys operate a mobile BBQ and fruit stand and are just an example of the dozens of food merchandisers who stop by during the day - all day - every day!
Then there are the trinket salesmen. This one was so determined to overcome Sheila's well-practised resistance that he fell asleep.
Watches, (all fake ... naturally), sarongs, ties, T shirts, necklaces, bracelets, carvings, balloons, wall-hangings and paintings are paraded past in a never ending stream. These sales sharks carry more haberdashery than Marks and Spencer's, (all guaranteed handmade and very cheap), and more deli delights than Thrifty's.
At V.I.U. Sheila could shut her office door and tell Maxine to keep pests out!! But here on Lamai beach there a no doors, so the pests just keep a' coming.
It's a tough life for Sheila - but someone has to do it.