The boat left Ko Phagnan bound for the mainland which I then had to cross via bus...
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...it would be a long trip, so I bought some valium (10 cents a pop)...
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...the water was ridiculously blue...
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...and I took some pictures of my feet.
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And other peoples feet. The boat was 3 hours.
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We passed stilted fishing villages...
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...a whole neighborhood of them.
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That MIGHT be pushing it for a TechNomad residence.
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I had to take a picture of this boat to make sure my vision wasn't distorted...
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...they're more curvy than your typical western boat. Seductive, in a seafaring way.
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The bag retrieval system left some things to be desired.
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I must have slept the whole 4 hour bus ride to Krabi, because this was my next picture/memory.
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Something told me to not buy any cakes from the pie lady.
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Feet - 2nd to dogs, a man's best friend?
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OK, now Ko Lanta looked like it was REALLY, REALLY relaxed.
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Tuk Tuk down the 'Main Road"
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And who did I meet up with but jolly old Ryan Paine
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The rocks, especially after Gray's bloody foot, looked especially uninviting.
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The neighbors were pretty quiet.
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Not a great beach to wade in but it made for a dramatic picture.
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Hard to see but this is a treehouse bar called "Reggae Bar". Rickety, dangerous and cool as hell.
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Sunset from Reggae Bar
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The toilet was rather, um, full of character.
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On the back of Ryan's scooter. Both of us on there was a comic sight.
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The town center didn't have many bars - Southern Thailand is more Muslim.
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A boat's blicking light and 15 second exposure.
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A feast for $5. On the water. Very Romantic.
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Yes I sang Karoke, no surprise there...
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...but I sang it in Thai!
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God bless the creator of the chicken peanut.
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And then I found my very own paradise beach hut - $13 a night.
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Clean, basic and on a beach with no rocks...
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...in a friendly village called "Blue Sky".
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I have ABSOLUTELY no idea.
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You know they're keeping it FRESH(mart) in Ko Lanta.
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Get ready for the "Shopping Center Everything Shop..."
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There's baskets of every single thing you'd ever need...
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...You just ask (or draw/act out) what you want and you get led to the basket.
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PADI license lessons begin...
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...my instructor is a really, REALLY crazy dutch man called Thjis.
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Damn I never though I could look so superhero-good in a wetsuit.
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"Yeah, my hotel is a few miles up, right on the beach..."
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Blue Sky at night, a little village of bungalows with friendly, mainly Swedish (?) people.
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Inside me mosquito net - note the white, falling-insect catching sheet above.
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The mosquito net did not keep out the mosquitos.
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