The beauty contest

It’s now late May, the temperature is now above 30 every day and still rising fast. I’ve been putting my two weeks back in Hainan to profitable use, and now have a chinese name registered for the company (瑞特梦, rui-te-meng), a fully equipped office and a nice little flat a stone’s throw away. However, this week is a little more relaxed as yet another piece of documentation is required from Jersey and has to run the gamut of legal proceedings and authentication before wending its merry way to China. So I went to the beach for the first time since getting back.

Swimming in that warm crystal blue water would have been reward enough for the week’s annoyances and stress so I was sure I was dreaming when around fifty of the most incredibly stunningly beautiful girls I’d ever seen in my life poured out of a coach and wandered down to the water’s edge where they took up a variety of sexy poses. They were quickly followed by a small troupe of photographers who scurried around taking photo after photo. It slowly dawned on me that I was sat bang smack in the middle of a beauty contest. Sorry, no photos, I guess I was kind of distracted…

After a couple of minutes, the photographers noticed the small gaggle of foreigners on the beach and swarmed across the sands in droves. Our group included a couple of very pretty Slovenian and German girls and it hadn’t seemed to occur to them that we were nothing to do with the event but simple civilian casualties. I wish I’d got a shot of the poor girls’ helpless faces as they clutched their towels to themselves and tried in vain to swat away the photographers.