Celebrating my vintage swimsuit (probably c1930s) with an attempt at a pin-up photoshoot, which prompted a few raised eyebrows. Luckily nothing perturbs Thai people.
Swimsuit from vintage shop in Leominster, I think; Hat, Thai market; Heart-shaped glasses, Claire's Accessories; Red polka dot umbrella, New Look.
Hua Hin (which I think means something like "Rocky Head") is certainly beautiful, but it's not without its hazards. The rocks are covered in ferociously sharp seashells, and you have to watch out when swimming as one misplaced kick can draw blood. I speak from experience. Luckily the beach restaurants are used to this kind of mishap, and are prepared: I asked the waiter for a tissue to mop my bloodied foot, and he scurried off and reappeared seconds later with an industrial sized bottle of iodine and a huge bag of cotton wool to tend my wounds.
I duly noted the sign, "To be careful! The Rock Full of Fishshell", which immediately joined the ranks of my favourite "Engrish" signs.
But fishshell or no, it's easy to see why Hua Hin was King Prajadhipok's favourite place...
Although Hua Hin a bit of an undiscovered gem with regards to foreign tourists, who tend to head to the islands further south, I thought it would be busy with Thai weekenders and day-trippers as it's within easy reach of Bangkok. But in the event it wasn't busy at all, and I lazed in the bathwater-warm sea undisturbed except for a couple of passing Thais asking to take my picture.