These past two weeks have seen myself make three trips to the beach. Which is approximately three times more than the whole of last year. These Europeans, they appreciate the sun a lot more than we Singaporeans do in a refreshing/ridiculous sort of way.
The brown/black sand, jellyfish hunt, lying in the sun, the mix of sweat and sand on skin, standing on shoulders, salty kisses, rent a boat and paddle to croatia, the brown golden shade after, sliding, sunscreen, occasional glorious italian tits, german men and bocce, good book and tunes, tanlines, golden fries before and cold beer after, chinese massages and the great company of my favourite brother and chelsea.
These are the makings of a beach trip.
Won't admit in becoming a fan, but another two-day beach trip begins tomorrow.
For the record, we were almost jellyfish victims. Thanks to Chelsea's sharp eyes that spotted them right after we climbed up the boat and just before she entered the water. True story.
