China Girls On Film

Here we are on Ko Samed, with it's idyllic beaches, hot sun, warm sea and smiley people.

Our favourite palm-fringed beach is inhabited by a few Euros, several Russians, a good number of SE Asian persuasions and regular boatloads of Chinese who seem to use the beach as a catwalk-cum-photo studio.

Dog, Sarah, photo shoots.

While more attractive to observe than the many enormous white/bright red beer bellies on display, if often only because of their wacky dress sense, they're not as relaxed as the Thais.

Before the daily invasion.

They must spend all their time shopping and planning their latest shoot, posing in every permutation and angle possible, often actually on unwary sunbathers' towels.

The other night we watched the West Brom match, which was nice, especially as Baggie ex-pat Wallace from next door bought us a victory drink.

Sunrise Villas. Our gaff.

I was a bit laid up with an ear infection for the rest of this week.

The local doctor cleaned out my lugs, while his nurse cleaned out my wallet. Still, I have loads of tablets and drops and stuff to take and the insurance should cover most of it...

Although under orders to not swim or drink we went for a meal, then along to a nice secluded and dark beach bar for one small beer.

Of course, just as I was enjoying it, who should appear out of the shadows but the doctor.

He smiled, shook my hand and pointed suspiciously at the beer I was trying to hide behind my back.

At least he didn't try to photograph it as evidence.

Caught red-handed.

Welcome to Ko Samed...