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Fortunately, it rained for several hours each day, limiting our time in the scorching sun. I didn't mind, having learned (the hard way) to gradually build up time in the tropical rays to prevent burning; especially after being in Upper Michigan during the fall. Between sporadic swims, Dave and I lounged lazily in hammocks strung on our verandas, surveying the variety of activities up and down the beach.
Young girls, balancing trays of fresh seafood on their heads, trudged the white sand selling shrimp and squid which was coated with a tasty red batter and provided excellent snacks with cold Kloster beers. Older Thai men and women touted massages; those without a happy ending like the rub-downs on Pat Pong Road. Other peddlers offered articles of cotton clothing, hammocks, or beaded bracelets.
A gem dealer came up the beach to show us his wares, carefully wrapped in a cloth sack. As Dave and I ogled the shiny jewels, Rick, Keith, and the two other Americans staying at New Star, joined us. They were all computer software engineers from Silicone Valley in California. Keith traded a T-shirt for a ruby. We all knew the gems were fake but they looked impressive and when the dealer left, he had bagged three T-shirts, a partial fifth of Johnny Walker, two Bic lighters, and a pack of Krung Thip cigarettes.