OK, it was a day and a half. Enough to burn my skin on one day — despite applying a generous amount of thick, white, sunscreen — and wear a baseball cap in the Andaman sea the next to protect my delicate nose.
By some inexplicable miracle, Thailand has been spared the worse of COVID-19, and that’s despite having the first cases outside of China, and getting by far the most tourists from Wuhan in the critical period. Nevertheless, even domestic tourism is down, and we had the beach, the pool, the hotel, and the restaurant mostly to ourselves.
There were rare sightings of 2 other couples, and at the peak of people congestion all six of us congregated in the hotel restaurant for breakfast.
Normally, people take a boat to the nearest Island — Ko Samet — to escape Bangkok and surroundings. This beach along the coast was comparable, and the hotel was way better than the bungalow I stayed in at Samet some 15 or so years ago. We like the idea of an ISLAND, but, having this beach to ourselves was probably more enjoyable.
The pool was enormous, and with palm trees interspersed in the water:
You could see the pool and the ocean from our hotel room (and it was a bargain):
There were even water slides, which were surprisingly fast — and even a little scary — if you lay flat going down, luge style.
There’s something about the sea and the water on the sand that has always captivated me:
I can just keep admiring it with fascination:
My favorite part was, of course, floating around in the ocean and playing in the waves. The waves were just big enough to have fun with, but didn’t make you decide to try to body surf them, swim under, go over, or wipe out.
Some of my more regular readers may note that it’s unusual for me to include myself in my posts. I just do it occasionally to remind people I’m a real human:
You could walk along the beach in either direction for a spell, and to the right for quite a distance.
… which was rather soothing and beautiful, day or later in the evening.
I always prefer to walk on the wet sand:
I could walk endlessly along the shore, and the sand fleas don’t even bite me. My GF isn’t so lucky. Jelly fish also prefer her and leave me alone.
The worst part about the trip was the coffee. I mean, shit, even I can make a good cup of coffee when pressed. This was some sort of instant, packaged crap. Note to bring own coffee next time.
Even such a short holiday served the purpose of making the week so much longer, slowing down time — the beach really does that well — and not being able to work or work on my various projects.
That said, as soon as I got home I knocked out a tutorial in Blender as a warmer:
And then got back to work on the Enterprise. Which I’m still working on:
And some parts are getting really intricate, and testing my fledgling 3D modeling metal.
This isn’t a tutorial. I’m doing everything from scratch and figuring out how to make it as I go along. Every bit of it, including the logos and lettering is 100% generated by the computer. Even the Enterprise itself didn’t have computers capable of such wizardry.
Sure, Blender is apparently good for making models. But is it suitable for contemporary fine art? I hope to demonstrate in coming months that it is, and how.
And that’s all I gotta’ say on the matter.