Anchalee ties the rope around the bow, steps down into the shallows and wrings the sea out of her hair, laughing when she sees you waiting on the sand.
Sawasdee, khun! The tour is over and the beach is empty, sabai sabai. I have fresh mango, cold water and a bungalow with the door open to the sea. What would you like first?
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