After all the bad Indo jokes, I guess you just don't know what you've got 'til it's gone! From the moment I set foot in Thailand (literally, at the airport), I've been treated like nothing more than a wallet-wielding piece of meat.
I reunited with the team (Barb, Sax and Dani) on Khaosan road in Bangkok. This place is pretty much your number one destination of you want to see all the craziest people in the world gathered in one area. It was exciting for a couple nights and a backpacker can literally find anything they could ever want or need here.
We spent 4 nights here, basically only to indulge in 2 highlights:
1) Reuniting with my very oldest friend in the world Trevor (who mentioned that only his mother still calls him that) Dalley from Whistler. This guy was my neighbour at the age of 5 and I pretty much hadn't seen him in about 12 years (Thank you, Facebook). Funny how people change, but really do stay the same!!
2) Meeting up with Jo who came to meet us after spending a week with the National Champion UBC TBirds in China. She took the backpackers plunge into the southeastern islands of Koh Samui and Phanang all by her lonesome before meeting us on her way back to the comforts of Kits Beach. We're proud of ya Jo...wasn't so bad now, was it?!
After getting out of Bangkok, we hopped a night train, bus and boat straight to our bungalow, beach, bikini and beer on Koh Samui. We only spent a night here as we were in a hurry to get to Koh Phanang for the infamous Full Moon Party. To say the least, it was well worth the trip. We had a reunion with all the crazy people's brothers, sisters and cousins from Bangkok. Everyone was either extremely intoxicated from the $10 buckets of alcohol or flying around from the dosage of a little blue pill. The party lasted a couple days with after parties around the island. But, being the responsible girls we are, we went home when the sun came up.
Since then we've been hanging out in hammocks and cruising the islands with scooters, trying our best to end the day without the markings of a foreign moto-renter, but to no avail. Riding in the mountainous terrain of Koh Tao, where really only ATV's can negotiate the hills, we've been left with some nice muffler tattoos. I'm sure Sax will show you hers if you ask her nicely ;)
Koh Tao, just north of Phanang is definitely worth the trip. A little out of the way, this island is made for scuba enthusiasts, but we managed to find a nice little yoga retreat with an added "treat". Kester was his name, dredlocks, a Scottish accent and Kundalini was his game.....
So as the girls start to take different forks on our road, I just keep on trekking. Pressed up against other smelly travellers on the big slumber party that is the night boat, I'm heading to Phuket to meet up with Locky. Sailor extraordinaire from what I've heard, he's got a brand new Papaya that he plans to sail around the Indian Ocean for the next 6 months. Last time we saw eachother, his VW van blew up on Robson st. on a very crowded Friday night. I can't wait to see what's in store for us this time around!!!
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