As I approached the Harbour, the crowd was beginning to pick up.

If you must know, we had just had a long flight from Bangkok to Heathrow, that had involved multiple delays and double booking fiascos. By the time the plane finally took off, most people had drunk their duty-free allowance of Mekong Whiskey, and the flight descended into anarchy. It was the only flight I have ever been on that had a full-blown food fight. It was glorious chaos, but it didn't make me very fond of Garuda, who were the Airline. Weird really, because I met the girl on the flight so you would think I would be grateful.

And no, she did not turn out to be Alex, my lovely wife. Our story is far more romantic than that, but not for these pages.

Anyway, the Sea Front is laid out rather sensibly. Along the main Strip you have the stalls and shops. Between the pedestrianised bit and the Harbour they have the majority of the food outlets. There is also a communal eating area provided, which you can see in this shot. Presumably that helps keep the rubbish fairly localised.

There were a variety of foodstuffs on offer.

Occasionally I would stand on one of the round seats in order to take some pictures. This was the view towards the Harbour.

And this was looking back towards the Sea Front. Incidentally, the view here is lovely every night. The reflections into the water don't need a carnival. So if you come here in July, you will still get some amazing scenes.