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Byline: Robert Fairer
The morning is perfect. As we sit at the breakfast table our caretaker, Wittaya, hurtles past us and out of the house. An hour later he returns white as a sheet. The maid explains that there has been an earthquake in his village, four miles away. We hadn't felt any tremors and assume it is probably a small disturbance and nothing much to worry about. My wife, Vanessa, and I decide to go down to "our" beach for an early-morning snorkel before the rest of the family wakes up. The sea has been stirred up for the past five days, but this morning it is like glass.
We wander down to the perfect, banana-shaped crescent below the house at ...