by William Bossen Photography
The waves keep crashing onto the rocks and shore. The little Thai woman who runs the restaurant at the bungalows we have rented, tells me she has never seen the waves like this here before. I suspect she understands english better than she let’s on and proceeds to add that she has worked here for many years.
Roads are either washed out, or washed over often with debris, at best turned into extensions of the overflowing gutters. The walkway below on the sea over the rocks, though rustic in design and primitive in construction`has stood a very long time, now lays broken and twisted on itself by the relentless pounding waves.