boardering the Arabian Sea on the western side of the Indian
subcontinent. They say that it gets red and black (as pictured here)
during monsoon season, which runs during July and august), then during
the dry season they clear up and turn a brilliant white like we're
used to in most of the places we go a-beachin'.
Well, we were excited to put our feet in the water, but our driver
insisted we not get in too far, since there were red flags out and
there was a strong riptide that pulls a lot of tourists to their
watery grave. The waves breaking over the water were some of the
bigger ones I've seen in my days, so I was inclined to believe he was
right.
Well, his conclusion was correct, but it turns out the red flags were
for something else entirely. Liney wanted me to jump in with her (I
was in up to my knees at this point) but I declided, so she jumped in
all the way on her own. She waited till the police were looking the
other way, but they started blowing their whistles before she was in
all the way. She slowly obeyed, only to discover that "No, Madame! No
swim! Acid in water! Factory few kilometers! No swim!"
Whoops!
Let's just say the next five minutes consisted of Liney in a bikini, a
faucet 10 inches off the ground, a lot of scandalized Indians and a
lot of laughs.
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