The long stretch of sand, as far as one can see…silent, alone…a land far from one’s birth.  It is 6 am on a normal Hua Hin morning.  The only other people to be seen were the saffron robed monks on their alms round, the sand between their toes…To see the horizon, the shades of blue and the foam upon the waves were comfortable companions for me…It was the time of the day when there was distance, from people, from thoughts, from giddyness..the sun was gentle at this time, later to be savage for my fair skin, now wrinkled with lines of age and years of exposure to the Tropics…I am a strange wherever I go..


About dyoll09

Baby Boomer ex pat in azia for 10 years. Male. Now in Melbourne for chemotherapy.

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