WordPress Photo Challenge: Lost in the details.

This week’s challenge had me looking through my photos to see what details I could find that you might find interesting, or not, as the case may be. :)

Looking at this photo, you’re probably more fascinated by the skipper’s tattoos, than the small details of hubby and his dive buddy, bobbing around in the water.

Scuba Diving, Belize.

Scuba Diving, Belize.

This crocodile is almost lost in the detail of the water and the undergrowth on the riverbank,

New River, Belize

New River, Belize

Around Phi Phi Island near Phuket, there are cliffs riddled with caves. Here is the Viking Cave which is right at sea level. Within the cave there are ledges which are inhabited by thousands of swallows. These birds make their nests out of their own saliva. The nests are harvested and sold to make birds nest soup, a Chinese delicacy. The cave was so named, because of  ancient drawings resembling Viking ships, which were found on the inside walls. We could see the nests hanging like stalactites from the roof of the cave, but weren’t allowed inside, so the other details were lost to us. :(

Viking Cave, Phuket.

Viking Cave, Phuket.

In this pic, you’re probably so busy focusing on the details of the magnificent floral arrangement, that you miss my little face peeking out from behind it. :D

Valentines Dinner

Valentines Dinner

Now I really must get lost in the details of what to pack and what to leave behind. :0

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Daily Post challenge: Create

The Daily Post challenge, ‘Create’, made me remember this lovely young Thai woman, who was serenely sculpting away at these fruits one evening as we walked into the dining room at our Phuket resort. Such skill and patience.

Of course there are many types of creativity, and a very enthusiastic tattoo artist had been scarily creative on this woman’s body.

Whilst walking around the markets, I saw this creation, but wasn’t tempted. Although it has a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’, it just wasn’t me. ;)

The tattooed lady, and dancing with Vinnie. ;)

Hi there again. Well we both had a really busy day yesterday, but the house is all done and dusted and there’s only the ironing to do today after I’ve been to the gym. On my previous post there were pics of the little people in my life. I love the newness of small children, such soft skin and perfect all over. Why can’t we just stay like that forever, with flawless skin, unspoilt by the ravages of time? This question brings me to my thoughts on tattoos. I know that some of you have them, and that’s your choice, but there was a woman at the pool on Saturday, a mother of two small boys, who in my opinion, had gone completely overboard with the ink. Her back was also covered in tattoos. I found it so fascinatingly ugly, that I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

I remember that my Gran had a couple of tattoos on her arms, done when she was a young army wife during the second world war. One was of a ship’s anchor, and I don’t remember what the other one was, but I do know that they were her biggest regret, and not a pretty sight, especially as she grew older. She always wore sleeves to try and hide them, even in warm weather. Fads and styles are temporary, but life goes on, and every fad has its casualties, and I think that those who take it too far can pay a high price for wanting to be trendy or stylish. What do you do if you don’t like it once it’s done?

Sunday evening’s show was really fabulous, and featured Vinnie Talarico, a multi-talented Italian performer from New Jersey.

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He has been singing professionally since he was nine years old. Just imagine a combination of Tom Jones, John Travolta and Neil Diamond. He was resplendent in satin shirt, silver belt,  a very shiny black dress suit, and he just oozed personality.

He sang songs made famous by various artists, like the three aforementioned, plus Andrea Bocelli, Josh Groban, Pavarotti, Elvis, etc.. His jokes were really funny too and had us all in stitches. He was a great dancer and an awesome drummer. He told us that he had been taught to play the drums by Dave Brubeck’s drummer, Joe Morello. During the second half of the show, he took off his jacket and came down into the audience. He clowned around a bit, singing to some of the women in the front few rows. I was seated on the aisle of the third row, and just when I thought I was safe and he was going back on stage, he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me up to dance with him. “Undo my shirt,” he  whispered to me, as we gyrated in the aisle, with about five hundred pairs of eyes fixed on us in the spotlight.

The satin shirt was damp with perspiration, and the buttons were tiny and many. “How far down?” I squeaked, as he fixed me with a sultry look. He didn’t answer, so I stopped just before his belly button, just to be decent, and anyway, hubby was right there watching, and his wife was in the back row. Embarassed On such occasions, one doesn’t wish to be a spoil sport, so I just played along. That’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it. Wink My dance classes really came in handy as we did a bit of bump and grind and a few twirls. The audience were beside themselves. After the show, I had so many people come to chat and congratulate me on my performance. It seems I’m getting quite well known at the club, what with being gym member of the month, my piano playing, hula hooping, and now the dirty dancing. Not sure whether I’m famous, or infamous. LOL! He ended the show with some great songs from “Grease” and then for an encore, sang that beautiful Josh Groban song, “You raise me up.” What a fantastic evening it was.

I just love it here, with all the friendly outgoing people who’ve made us feel so welcome. It’s really going to seem very tame indeed when we get back to our house in SA at the end of March, where the neighbours keep very much to themselves and there’s no partying going on at all.

Hope you’re all having a great day. Chat again soon.