I recently spent a couple of days during the Songkran break in Hua Hin. I'll take any excuse to go to Hua Hin since it feels like a second home to me.
I remember the days when the whole family would relocate to Hua Hin for the summer, taking everything with us but the kitchen sink. We had a family compound there, and there would be dozens of kids running around at any time of day. From the break of dawn we'd be down on the beach, swimming, digging in the sand for sea shells and little crabs, running back to the house for meals, then back to the beach again.
Getting to Hua Hin was an adventure in itself. I never felt I needed more than a swimsuit and a few pairs of shorts and T-shirts, but for my mother, packing was a major exercise. We never really understood why she would need a sewing kit or rolls of string, but they always came in handy when the laundry line broke with all our damp clothes, or buttons popped off our clothes from running around so much.
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