Another public holiday yesterday. Bliss. Tea and toast for breakfast followed by 2 hours of tennis in the Thai sun. Hardcore, I know. The Husband kept complaining that the heat was exhausting him and tried to take long breaks at each change of ends. There were definitely some time violations there. During one game he had to keep stopping to wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Lovely. I of course was jumping around the court, bursting with energy, and only managed 2 injuries!
After a quick shower, we walked down to Bali Hai, a tiny little eatery right by the sea where you can sit watching the fishermen casting their lines and nets as the waves crash onto the rocks. I took The Parents there when they were over and we were all fascinated by the men and women who stood on the perilously slippy rocks trying to catch something nice for their dinner. The Mother was very concerned about one fisherman in particular who swam right into the sea to check his net and kept going under. He was grabbing fish caught in the net and clearly knew what he was doing but every time the waves crashed over his head The Mother thought he was a gonner. Each time he resurfaced, relief washed over her face and she had to take a small sip of her beer. It was all a bit much for her! He wasn't there this time - hopefully just because he was fishing elsewhere! - so The Husband and I concentrated on the menu. We ordered beautifully fresh baby clams with chili paste and fried rice with crab, and washed it all down with a couple of Beer Laos', which were surprisingly good and could just be my new favourite Asian beer.
The afternoon was spent basking in the sun by the pool, so the whole day - tennis in the heat, Thai food, and sunbathing - was in marked contrast to the evening's entertainment. We spent a wonderfully festive evening watching Home Alone by the twinkly lights of our friends' beautiful Christmas tree. Christmas in the tropics can be very surreal!
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