Monday, 24 June 2013

25.6.13 - What's going on in the Tine Mine? Friendly Franco-Germans, grumpy Russians and Australia-shaped bananas


A few snippets that have entertained Claire and I during our stay here…

Holiday in’t mine

The resort is Tin Mine themed. Of course. Turns out, before it was a tourist have, Phuket was a huge tin mining area. So our resort owners decided to give their gaff a distinctive theme to make it memorable that is anchored in the past. It’s a bit full on – e.g. all the bars have metallic names (Rivet, Plumb); the cutlery is shaped like wrenches and spanners; all the décor is metallic – see the bolted metal swing seat held up with chains overlooked by a smiley face made of industrial cast offs below. Excellent if odd theme.


Having such a nice time…?!

It’s been a great resort to people watch in. By far our favourite is a Russian couple who are always at the same infinity pool as us (what an awful sentence, sorry!). The woman of the pair always arrives wearing a tiny bikini, massive sunglasses, huge high heels (to the pool!) and a filthy scowl. She stalks around taking photos with her SLR camera or moodily posing next to tin-mine-themed-gubbins, or openly sneering at the awful, scruffy Brits messing about with a ball in the pool. She and her husband do not exchange a word; nor does she smile. Ever. Fun. Fun. Fun.

Banana art?

We had a great laugh doing a 4-hour Thai cooking course as an anniversary present to ourselves, esp as we cooked with such a fun bunch of other guests and a giggly, expansive instructress called Ann. Highlight photo-wise was accidentally creating a banana fritter that looks EXACTLY like Australia. It even has a Tasmania, look! Couldn’t fashion a giant Lion’s head eating the Aussie banana whole, though…

Do mention the war, apparently…

Finally, we had a great last evening hanging out with our cooking buddies Stephanie and Sven, a couple from France/Germany who live in Switzerland. As the cocktails flowed, we had such cross-cultural exchanges as Claire and I teaching them the Peter Kay-inspired “Walking to the dancefloor walk”, and Sven teaching us the “German gangster walking to the dancefloor walk”. And I was on my best Basil Fawlty-esque behaviour of NOT mentioning the war. I thought mentioning the Franco-Prussian war by mistake (as you do) was bad enough, when out of nowhere, Sven was the one to make a joke about The War! Don’t let anyone tell you the Germans don’t have a sense of humour…

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