Eclipse of the HoneyMOON
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the beaches were more or less deserted because Phuket Island in 1990 was still undergoing various constructions to develop it into the tourist destination it has now become.
i dive into the inviting sea before it turned dark, enjoying every minute of the salt water encasing my body. To remind you people, honeymooning is more strenuous than routine life ... primarily due to non-stop motion on the hotel bed :D & sightseeing outside ... to top it all the love for the water ... i kind of decided to cut short my swim so as to conserve my energies for more important tasks ahead :D :D ... i meant long walks through raw natural surroundings to discover exotic eating joints for dinner ... & alright, alright :D:D the adult pleasures too ;)
i turned in the water and headed for the shore ... couple of minutes later realised, the more i tried to steam towards it, the further it seemed ... Damn!!! :O the retreating tide was hauling me out to deeper waters. Looking towards the beach i could only see, on the entire stretch of miles of sand, were two matronly Thai women massaging two white men asleep on their backs on reclining deck chairs. I knew i was tiring & may not make it back. I panicked.
I began shouting at those two women, who luckily realised i was in trouble. Both of them sprang into action, despite their bulks sprinted across the sand to the outer wall of the hotel. I saw them grab a donut shaped lifebuoy each hanging on the wall and run in my direction.
I have no idea how much time had elapsed ... but before the two women turned and headed for me ... some freak movement of the treacherous tide, i found myself in a swirling pocket of the water, with a cluster of huge rocks few feet from where i was. I could make out that due to this rock formation protruding out in a semi-circle, the sea was behaving confusedly. I saw my chance, gave my strokes the last burst of power, swimming towards this clump of brown monsters jutting out menacingly, unmoved by the frothing water dashing against them. One last heave of energy & i managed to clutch a round pock-marked rock, holding for dear life.
the first thing i did was to look up, wave & smile, trying to rescue my dignity in time, at the two panting ladies still running midway, indicating that i was safe. Looking around to see if anyone had witnessed my predicament ... whew!!! no one was around, my pride intact...
i stood up on the rock, still breathing heavily, feeling a burning sensation on my thighs and legs. I looked down to see the sharp jagged skin of the rocks had shredded much of mine at numerous places, leaving me bleeding ... the salt water making the cuts sting.
oh!!! all this commotion and where was the love of my life :O:O ... i looked to my right & i saw her at a distance, out of earshot, my wife standing on some mammoth boulders on the beachhead. She was taking some pictures of the hotel & the surroundings absolutely oblivious of the fact that she nearly got widowed midway of her honeymoon with me.
incidentally she did not know how to swim ... however on hearing my narration of my ordeal, my swimming forays were now restricted by her to the deserted swimming pool of the hotel }:(
o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o
the beaches were more or less deserted because Phuket Island in 1990 was still undergoing various constructions to develop it into the tourist destination it has now become.
i dive into the inviting sea before it turned dark, enjoying every minute of the salt water encasing my body. To remind you people, honeymooning is more strenuous than routine life ... primarily due to non-stop motion on the hotel bed :D & sightseeing outside ... to top it all the love for the water ... i kind of decided to cut short my swim so as to conserve my energies for more important tasks ahead :D :D ... i meant long walks through raw natural surroundings to discover exotic eating joints for dinner ... & alright, alright :D:D the adult pleasures too ;)
i turned in the water and headed for the shore ... couple of minutes later realised, the more i tried to steam towards it, the further it seemed ... Damn!!! :O the retreating tide was hauling me out to deeper waters. Looking towards the beach i could only see, on the entire stretch of miles of sand, were two matronly Thai women massaging two white men asleep on their backs on reclining deck chairs. I knew i was tiring & may not make it back. I panicked.
I began shouting at those two women, who luckily realised i was in trouble. Both of them sprang into action, despite their bulks sprinted across the sand to the outer wall of the hotel. I saw them grab a donut shaped lifebuoy each hanging on the wall and run in my direction.
I have no idea how much time had elapsed ... but before the two women turned and headed for me ... some freak movement of the treacherous tide, i found myself in a swirling pocket of the water, with a cluster of huge rocks few feet from where i was. I could make out that due to this rock formation protruding out in a semi-circle, the sea was behaving confusedly. I saw my chance, gave my strokes the last burst of power, swimming towards this clump of brown monsters jutting out menacingly, unmoved by the frothing water dashing against them. One last heave of energy & i managed to clutch a round pock-marked rock, holding for dear life.
the first thing i did was to look up, wave & smile, trying to rescue my dignity in time, at the two panting ladies still running midway, indicating that i was safe. Looking around to see if anyone had witnessed my predicament ... whew!!! no one was around, my pride intact...
i stood up on the rock, still breathing heavily, feeling a burning sensation on my thighs and legs. I looked down to see the sharp jagged skin of the rocks had shredded much of mine at numerous places, leaving me bleeding ... the salt water making the cuts sting.
oh!!! all this commotion and where was the love of my life :O:O ... i looked to my right & i saw her at a distance, out of earshot, my wife standing on some mammoth boulders on the beachhead. She was taking some pictures of the hotel & the surroundings absolutely oblivious of the fact that she nearly got widowed midway of her honeymoon with me.
incidentally she did not know how to swim ... however on hearing my narration of my ordeal, my swimming forays were now restricted by her to the deserted swimming pool of the hotel }:(
o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o
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