Nicky, Mmm… not sure about your naked friend weirdo. Would it be deeply distressing to him to run about in his pants instead? But I agree that we should be free to flap our genitalia about as we please. How long before the “paranoid bag women” who read The News of the World get him on some sex abuse register… mere days, I suspect sadly.

I am just about to end 3 days of fasting. It’s all the rage around here – everyone is doing it. Today I helped prepare food for several hours, went to a supermarket and walked into Burger King (purely for research purposes) and still managed not to partake of solids.

Everyone swears that they feel fantastic after they fast and frankly, what the hell else is there to amuse yourself with around here?

I am really surprised that I haven’t even really felt hungry. During breakfast and lunch on my first day I sat in deep concentration for 3 hours – not to awaken to a deeper reality – but to avoid the reality that everyone was enjoying the daily feastings. I’ve just had a mild headache occasionally and aren’t exactly full of beans. What is the Brockbank policy on fasting? I can just as easily imagine you swearing by it as swearing at it – and considering it preposterous.

Well, I shall tell you if it is all worthwhile latterly.

Arriving at East Wittering at around 7.30 in the morning, I was busy untangling my kite lines when I spied an aged gentleman with a skimpy towel wrapped around his waist descending the steps from his house to the beach. He padded over to a handy rockpool and proceeded to vigorously massage his knees and thighs with salt water. Then, he cast his towel aside, and looking not unlike Terry Jones as the juniper berry guardian in Life of Brian, danced and whirled his way towards me.

I watched in amazement as he gyrated past, limbs flailing and hair and genitals dangling. He sped into the distance, and disappeared from sight. Forty minutes later, while I was still trying vainly to get my kite up in the air, I witnesssed his reappearance on the other side of the beach. Several families with children were around by then and they, too, stared agog, as this bronzed, wrinkled escapee from another, more innocent time careered by and headed directly for the sea. There, he splashed contentedly for a while before turning and sprinting back towards his towel.

The last I saw of him was with his towel around his waist again as he hoisted himself back up the steps to his house.

I must say, I am full of admiration for the residents of East Wittering for not having this free spirited senior citizen cautioned and put away.

So I watched the movie clip and wondered if the Dodman ever got to move whilst holding the kite and standing on the wheels.
Liv, I trust can do somersaults with half piked triple twist while killing himself on the kite surfing death mobil.
I think I would rather fly dodman’s kite and go nowhere than commit voluntary euthanasia on a kite surf stunt.

Mmm, I like that hut. The sea, too. Ko Lanta it is, then …

The delightful Bracklesham Bay is where we’re at. I’m not so fond of my leggings, though.

I’m not sure I was actually moving at the time that picture was taken. For a truer representation, check this out:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4TUefTRymM

…pics of dod speeding along Bracklesham beach on his new landboard:

a few pictures of ko lanta.

fire poi on the beach, gets a bit boring after a while 🙂

our home away from home, it looks a bit bare, but it had only been running a month.

this chap pi’er was a saint in human form. making as much as he needed to get by he would give the rest to charity, he would make no money on all the stuff he sold us, he set up a cinema so we could watch dvd’s into the small hours and he tried to teach us tai history. jolly good chap!

another look at that secret beach. not bad.

snorkling was classy. hordes of fish. we all got a tad burned though.

a starfish drifts in the warm crystal waters. its one of the hard body kind which i had not known existed.

a team of entrepid explorers stand victorius after braving the cave of utter darkness on a snorkle related escapade. the cave took us to a secluded beach surounded on all sides by hundred foot walls of rock. t’was used by pirates to to hide their bulging treasure chests, im told.

a sunset, of which there were many.

a trained Padi profesional who has bested the very sea itself! i had to shave my upper lip on acount of the bristles letting air into my mask and thus potentually compramising the mission.

the ants here are large and unfriendly. the spiders are hidious and massive. may they both perish in their eternal struggle for dominance.

fireworks at a party supernova like exploding suns.

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