I leave the rowdy, noisy bars of Koh Samui for the quiet of Koh Phan Ngan where there is no place to sleep on the fifth day of Xmas in paradise The government posts the following: All full, free beds, showers next to the police station
Jim, the crusty good humored Englishman and his agreeable wife, Choi take me in for a few baat a night as strains of Satchmo's coronet drift across the harbor
Thai sun bakes white sandy beach with its' barking dogs patrolling among the tall palms
A big mangy one with dangling balls is boss of the beach He sniffs and lifts his hind leg anywhere he wants, without challenge from the smaller dogs who fear his jaws and only bark and bluff before scurrying away
Yellow lantern sun slowly collapses into shimmering green sea
Swinging and swaying on my hammock on the porch of my bungalow on the beach swinging and swaying without a care as time stands still grey, blue sky, sea birds and soft sand swinging and swaying to ebb and flow of wind and sea
Strutting roosters and barking dogs wake me in the morning to another day of noodles, fish and beer swimming, swinging and swaying
On the beach of Ko Phan Ngan the black mocking bird whistles a warning to tomas
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