Weird fish

Another day on the beach, why not? You'd think nothing much happens lying around on the beach. Mostly nothing does. Time eases by rather than at it's usual hurtling pace. Swim, read, doze seems to be the cycle, until finally the sun sinks sufficiently for people to put their tops on and start to drift home. I have two bars I go to now on the way home. The bar staff are only charging me 100 rupees now, so I must be a regular.
I went snorkeling a lot, not really expecting to find anything new, but I did. There was the Picasso fish, that's what Edwige called it. A bit bigger than the angle fish but the same colouring and without the long dorsal fin. There is a 'sansbras', a huge worm thing with an open mouth at the front. it's maybe a meter long but apparently it can grow enormously long. Creepy. In the coral were three mew fish. One, a tiny deep royal blue body with a fluorescent lighter blue upper markings. The second, a bit bigger, with a yellow underbelly, a red upper body and bright blue in between. The third was the most spectacular of all. It has a square brown body with bright blue spots all over it. It's mouth and rear fin make it look like one of those chocolates you get is a Roses box for Christmas. I also saw something that looked more like a eel. Pale aqua green throughout and almost translucent, with a thin pointy hose. It shot passed, paused like the March hare, and shot off again.
From my shaded beach chair I observe that adolescent boys and girls are the same the world over. The girls walk about or stand in groups on their own giggling about stuff behind their hands. Boys play football. Er, that's it.
I'm going for tea with Edwige and her husband Graham. She is Viv's cousin by two routes. Should be fun.