
our usual spot at Lo Dalum beach
We had just set up for a relaxing time at the beach today, reading books, swimming, etc when a crew of crazy guys set up right next to us. They are from all over the world ( UK, US, Australia, Thailand ) but seem to have a history together. They came equipped with a cooler, ice, lots of beer, beach mats, 4 pieces of plastic pipe, some plastic cups , some frisbees and a couple of white boards. Immediately they began inviting anyone and everyone who walked by to join in the Frisbeer Tournament that they were organizing.
The people-watching that this engendered was amazing! At one point in the afternoon, when the batteries in their stereo died, they attracted a guy walking past with a guitar, plied him with beer and had him play for them.
Oh. And frisbeer is played like this (wait for it coming to Sauble soon). Two lengths of pipe are set up next to each other at both ends of the playing field, each with a plastic cup on them. Teams of 2 toss a frisbee towards the opposing end, trying to knock one or both cups off the pipes. If the frisbee goes cleanly between the 2 pipes, points are gained. If it knocks a cup off one of the pipes points are gained. However, if the frisbee knocks one of the cups off and the opposition catches it, points are lost. The game takes its name from the fact that all players must have an open beer in one hand at all times.

Typical "bucket" stand. Pick your combo!
So our days have pretty much settled into the following: breakfast overlooking the beach by 10am, beach chairs and books in the sand by 11. Home for showers by 4 or 5pm, then maybe a nap, followed by supper and cocktails. Usually we take in one or 2 fire shows at various bars on the beach. Marybeth has learned some new moves from some of the local guys, and is now thinking of getting into staff twirling — basically fire on 2 ends of a stick.

Thai performer with 2 staffs
Where India was full of stray retriever sized dogs, Thailand is rife with cats. On Phi Phi there seems to have been a mutation and the vast majority of them have shortened tails of varying lengths. They seem to survive by scavenging at the restaurants altho some have collars and are clearly owned. All are skinny and tiny, making me wonder if their life expectancy isn’t related to the popularity of the chicken and cashew concoction that features prominently on local menus…

Same guy, twirling the 2 staffs