Day after day, from the beach side to the secluded soi to a makeshift push cart.
No differentiation, no diversification.
It's an excess of the same things.
Too many saggy white whales populating the beaches,
Frolicking in the sun with their young Asian wives.
The image is somewhat disturbing, so ermm
'nuff said.
Too much unfulfilled promises of the beautiful underwater world,
and pristine white beaches nestled against the Andaman Sea.
The stark seabed and piles of dead corals destroyed by the Tsunami
That bore no vestiges of its glorious past as a paradise on earth.
Too many dark skinned girls or "girls" in miniskirts gyrating clumsily in Go-Go Bars
Luring the lone White traveller with alcohol and their not-so-nubile body
"But look, we are Oriental and exotic.
We can show you our tits and we love you big big."
It doesn't matter if you have a big belly, or if you look so old that the excitement from a blowjob will kill you.
It's okay as long as you are White and have the money.
A beach resort that is an excess of a beach resort.
Everything is built to look like a resort, and everywhere sells bikinis and sun block.
But it is a place where you get overwhelmed by the theatrics of its excessiveness,
And you forget, and you really do,
With the heat from the sun, the tranquility from the sea and the loud music;
With the pain from a sun burn and the distraction from too many hot bodies.
You momentarily forget...
(even whales forget that they are still whales)
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