Monsters in The Parasol

A stroll at the beach this morning. The Thais are not water people so we had the place for ourselves as usual. Lots of stuff being washed up from the big blue, the plucked chicken was my first. Wasn't much left of the stranded fishing boat that washed up (see earlier post) after last month excellent terrifying monsoon storm.

P.S I have been asked about many of the cryptic titles of my blog posts. It's simple, just take the it from whatever song I have on at the moment.

Beating Around the Mangrove

Went out exploring the less beaten track a couple of days. Small hidden fishing villages, mold clad mosques from the never ending rain. Rusted corrugated shacks on the outline of a dens mangrove forest. I was not the first Scandinavian here, Maskinmester (Master Engineer) J.V Larsen met his end here in 1909. His stone was standing in a small clearing completely left to be forgotten and it was by pure curiosity I found him. Makes you think.

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The mangrove roots came to life in B/W (for me).

                              Be curious







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