There were lots of couples on the beach that day.....
And then there was me, people-watching like I often do....
The group of blond guys smoking sheesha at the cafe next to Shatti Plaza...
The couple in the black shirts sitting on the wall with the setting sun behind them.......oh what a beautiful pic that'd have made....
The firang (hate to use the word, but no other word springs to mind) couple in white on the steps....the Filipino teens in blue, flushed with young love....And then there's me, lying down on the wall, watching the orange sun turn red and hazy, reading the little declarations of love etched out in the sadn, wondering why that girl's worn shorts with black stockings (I mean, stockings on the beach? First time I've seen that....)
It would be nice to find someone here, someone mad enough to come alone to the beach, without a reason, and then I can plonk myself next to them and say "hi" and smile, and then maybe a conversation will start........
Yeah, that'd be cool...
It'll happen. Someday sometime.
Till then, it's just me smiling at the sunset.