The sky was turning into quite the dramatic photo backdrop. I asked the photographer if he'd be willing to take some JUMPING SHOTS of the wedding party and he was more than happy to oblige.
That was the sensible choice. Chris, Steve and I decided to keep on drinking heavily and somehow ended up on the beach partying with the locals we'd met in the bar.
Oh man. Every summer comes to an end. September sneaks up on you and you need to fight fall off a little bit longer with as many more trips to the beach as you can get in before the weather turns!
....obligatory photos of everyone jumping at the beach! Yay! Take One: Gurj, Scott and Amanda have amazing form in this pic. Sarah, however, failed to achieve lift off.
Mohamed kept laughing at my fascination with the camels! But I had never really spent time around them and was really interested in how alien they were to me!
We got to Long Beach and got all set up on the beach. We spent 15 minutes slathering each other with suntan lotion so that we wouldn't get baked by the Thai sun (you have seen how white the two of us are, right?) and about 10 minutes later, clouds rolled in out of nowhere and it started to rain.
Me alone in front of the hotel. Hahaha. Right after we took all these photos, Biba yet again raised the stakes and was like "Let's all strip down and go SWIMMING!" I was like "Uh, isn't that a bad idea? First of all, we're drunk in a country that frowns upon drinking, second of all, we're trespassing on a five-star hotel's private beach, and third of all, that sign right there clearly says 'No Swimming,' as if all that weren't bad enough, you want us to strip down in a country that totally frowns upon any type of public nudity?" Then we all started hysterically cackling and throwing off our clothes and running into the water.
After wandering around for like 10 minutes, we finally made it down to the beach...and it was so worth it! It's hard to tell from these photos, but the view of the hotel from the beach was incredible!
I entertained myself by throwing carrots and watching the seagulls viciously fight over them, only for the winning bird to pick it up every time and realize that it wasn't even something good to eat.
