Beach

Five weeks on Nai Harn Beach on the island of Phuket. It's a small-ish beach lined with beach chairs for rent (same as all the tourist beaches on the island). Not many Americans, mostly Europeans. Italians dripping with jewelry (don't know why large dangling ear rings are needed at the beach). French, who bring their own oil and vinegar to the beach (for their salads, not suntan), Germans (ordering another round of beers).
Then there are the Russians (thrifty or cheap, you be the judge). They usually don't want to invest in beach chairs at the hefty rate of $3.00 a day (yes, it is a bit of a rip-off).

Every day, many of the same people on the beach (I wonder if they say that about us?)
This guy brings his Chihuahua every day (who says dogs resemble their owners?).

Then there was this old girl. Scars and open wounds on many parts of her body and face, from a recent fight no doubt.

She spent the day scrounging for whatever she could find to eat. Here she is chewing on a seed pod. Back home, she would have been rounded up and put down.

So we started feeding her, mostly leftovers from our lunch and of course some water.

She spent the days sleeping under our chairs.

We felt a little bad on our last day and gave her some extra fried rice.
Luckily there were other people occasionally giving her food.

Shes one dog we would have happily taken home with us if we could.