The sun puts the fun back into Lamma
Just as I was increasingly becoming frustrated about having to plan my life around a ferry schedule, and as I yearned for a flat that doesn’t have a blocked sink and an anorexic kitchen, Lamma turned on a fine weekend to convince me I am in the right place for now.
Sunday was Lamma Funday, which was really just Funafternoon/evening for me. Beer, beach, and bands — hard to go wrong with that recipe. Entertainingly, the evening ended at Spicy Island, where an expat from off-island started a vocal dispute over a chapati. One of the locals tried to have him voted off the island, and he responded by calling us all “white trash”. We all had to agree that was an accurate description, and so the disagreement ended amicably.
Some photos of the pretty day.
Revellers on the beach as the sun dips.
Pretty sure this kid was on acid.
Lamma’s famous chimney stacks in romantic lighting.
The inimitable Transnoodle, in fine form.
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