“I mean, just how many hours does a person need to spend taking selfies?”
Jim chuckled at the recent sight that had begotten this whimsical, half-drunken rhetorical question: a young Asian woman in a floppy white hat and billowing dress immersed in her makeshift photo booth on the sands of a picturesque Thai beach.
Jim’s drinking companion rolled his eyes and shook his head at the absurdity of this behaviour, before taking a swig of beer. There was a brief silence as the sweltering humidity of Southern Thailand enforced its lethargy. They sat at a plastic table, luxuriating in the squalid captivity of their holiday-apartment bar. Palm fronds drooped over the chalky blue water of the nearby swimming pool. Continua a leggere