finally arrived! i love the heat, the taxi drivers, the characteristic full and pungent smell, and the crazy but nice people. this is a beautiful place!
after richie sketching out after i told him it was sort of standard to be anal probed at customs if they suspect you of mischeif, and me losing my return flight details so as not to need to purchase a visa, the little man stamping our passports and the ease with which we entered the country, we decidedly deserved the 70 cent premium beer awaiting us at the hostel!
we stayed the first night in th sukhumvit, sort of out of the city a bit. we chowed down some singha and some very thai paad thai from a side street stall all in the company of an over zealous american too ready to tell us all about american politics and the prognosis of their dying government. after feeling the beer after the long flight, or becoming drunk in the presence of a talkative human, we went to bed expecting an 8 am start.
Up at 6 due to ye olde body clock, we packed up our shit, woke up a few other travellers, and were on our way to the bus station. It's amazing how readily the thai civilians want to 'help'! so with the kind of help we were warned of we got on a bus to the island of koh samet. a three hour journey and a 1 hour ferry got us to this amazing place. white sand, clear beaches, perfect skies and many a white, morbidly obese british man with a young thai girl attached to his gravitational hip. anyway, we found ourselves a place to stay on the beach, freaking beautiful, for 200Bht ($7) a night. I ate some more (2 meals per meal, richie 1 meal per meal - possibly why i later came undone!), and floundered in the ocean.
Koh Samet is a pretty lively place full of charged backpackers ready to hit the grog hard. We were these people. I have been warned, and for good reason, the buckets are a trap!! One and I was OTR, two and I was in bed by 11 pm, ignoring the mosquito net intended to prote
ct me and passing out on top of it. See picture. A good thai night.
ct me and passing out on top of it. See picture. A good thai night. Whether it was something I ate or the quanitity I drank, I wasn't that rosy yesterday!! But is there a better place in the world to be hung over?? No. All day in the beach, copped a sweet hour long thai massage by a young girl who at one stage I think forgot what part of my anatomy I expected her to massage. I did stop her, don't worry! Richie is yet to receive a massage, I let you know of his actions.
I slept all last night too, still nursing a hang over and a now seeming stomach bug. Maybe it's called hyperchondria...
Brings me to today, 10 am, leaving the island at midday for New Years in Bangkok with Clemo and Watto! Woo Hoo. Almost feeling like I could contemplate a drink or two.
Before I go, this place is one of the most amazing places I have ever been, and its sooo cheap!!
Score Count for Richie;
2
nights away;
3.
Peace!
