Appropriately enough, we spent our last few days in Thailand on an island, on a beach. We found a great guesthouse towards the end of the beach about a 10 minute walk from the hustle and bustle of the main strip which was nice, although we did tend to walk into town as the ocean by us was invaded by seaweed from a nearby river outlet. The town itself was fairly touristy, but I have to say that it grew on me.
The guesthouse had a great restaurant that had tables that went right up to the surf, as you can imagine it was a wonderful place to have breakfast in the morning, complete with sea breeze and calming waves. The beach wasn’t nearly as beautiful as those that we had seen in Tonsai and Railay, but we weren’t complaining.
Erik and I spent out afternoons reading on the beach and jumping through the waves, which had been lacking on the beaches we have been to thus far. We went walking often and although the beach was east facing, the colors were beautiful at dusk and we were also able to see some pretty impressive storms moving in as well.
There were supposed to be some famous rocks that very closely resembled the male and female reproductive organs, but I don’t think we found them. Soon everything starting looking like one thing or another.
We had been eating at the very economical night market which was more like a night bazaar as the food stands lined up against girly bars that centered around beautiful Thai women dancing on poles in lingerie. We thought that we might try something slightly more romantic for the holiday, but we did pass the market and all of the girls were festively dressed up in pink and red to celebrate.
We decided on a Swiss restaurant, almost entirely because we couldn’t decide and it shared Erik’s name, where we enjoyed a break from Thai food and indulged in the ever-expensive western pizza and hamburger. It’s amazing what becomes a luxury when you’re traveling!