| Drunken Aussies, Thais and those from winter climates dance in cheap facsimiles of western dance clubs. The singing of national anthems and sandals scuffing. Couples, packs, the buddy system. Tipsy splashings in the ocean and the steady 2 second flap of the surf on the concrete wall. Tanned youthful bodies buy food from convenience store clerks stone-eyed and jaded. Email addresses are swapped, something is yelled, and a girl out cold on imported sod. Longtails sitting, dangling on their evening lines. The bay lights illuminate a fare arguing the price with his ride home; two Siamese mate near a flickering phonebooth. In the distance still an engine fails to start. |