Sad to say, but we've started the descent into minus temperatures and snow chaos back home. Staving off the inevitable with a visit to Hua Hin, one of Thailand's lesser known beauty spots and the permanent home of the King.
Interesting place. We'd expected holiday chic with beautiful people, super slim Thai people speaking impeccable English. ("Hello old chap off to the beach what? It's over there.") What struck us was just how small and Petite Thai people are compared to us obese Europeans who all look like heart attacks waiting to happen. MUST change our diets when we come home.
What we got was a chaotic centre packed with bars, loud music and people selling literally everything.
And then there was all the romance. Men older than me (and that's OLD) walking hand in hand with beautiful girls much younger than my daughter. Oh how refreshing to see true love in action.
Visiting our neighbour who works as a golf pro over here. He showed us both sides of town. The other side is packed with mega-luxurious homes that cost a tenth of what they would in Europe, golf clubs, a laid-back life style and an ex-pat community enjoying the sun and doing their best to believe that they would have chosen the other ex-pats as friends had they still been living in their own countries.
Houses were out-of-this-world though.
And don't ask me if my new Lacoste is genuine. Although have bought 5 hand-made super quality shirts for the price of one Boss in Europe.
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