

Sawadee-krap.
First off, we will be putting pictures up on this website soon. As soon as we got here I broke my computer cord and can't upload a single thing until I get a plug for my computer so you will have to imagine the lack of beard, our house, and breathtaking sunsets.
So, after observing classes for a few days and grappling with trying to buy toilet paper in Thai, the Thai schools went on vacation and so did we. We headed by bus across the country to the Indian Ocean. I was only about three hours but we are now in a land of international jetsetters, karsts, mosques, and beaches. We spent the first few days in a tiny stilted beach hut in a town called Railay on Tonsai beach. Tonsai beach is world renown as a cheap paradise for climbing and climbers. You can't drive to it. You have to take a dragontail boat to the beach next door and then either ford the waters at low tide or hike over a cliff to get to the fabled beach.
It was worth the hike. After securing our $4 a night hut (it had a bed, cold shower, and a toilet without a seat. Not really the Embassy Suites but, hey, five bucks.)
We spent the past few days hiking from beach to beach, jumping into the ocean whenever the mood struck, and eating curry. The sun would set each night to the sounds of backpackers throwing back Singha "bia" and dub reggae.
We returned form the wild to the town of Krabi. Krabi is a chill town and we're back here now. We spent two days here and rented a motorbike. It was my first time driving one and I figured the best way to learn was in a place where people drive on the other side of the road, I can't read any traffic signs, and I have no insurance. We survived without a scratch and even learned how to buy gas which can be found at the traditional pump or in a small bottle that looks like fruit juice sitting outside of most shops. As I am prone to trying just about everything people are selling in shops I'm glad we clarified early on that it was gasoline and not pomegranate juice. The area we biked to was filled with warm fresh water swimming holes, hot springs, and a wat (Buddhist Temple) where monks lived in caves, the trees looked like they were out of Jurassic Park, and for kicks, monks, religious pilgrims, and dumb tourists like us hike up the 1287 steps to see the big buddha statue. 1287 sounds like a fun number. The kind of number you would whip out to guess the number of jelly beans in the jar. 1287 steps are not sweet. They are especially unappetizing when it is a hundred degrees and you're wearing long pants and shirts to be respectful in the Thai temple. We started second guessing ourselves at about 387 when both our shirts were soaked and I was dripping a trail, ala Hansel and Gretel, of sweat up the mountain. The reward at the top was a big Buddha. A really big one. But, I didn't feel like meditating. More like dying and being reincarnated as a freeze pop.
After this unwise decision (and by the way, we were warned by two Thai people that we "should not go there now, go later, four o'clock". Next time we will listen.)we returned the bike and quickly jumped off to the Mangrove forests along the coast to spend two days kayaking around mangroves and karsts which seemed to have had a liberal sprinkling of monkeys. We were warned, no joke, to not hit the monkeys if they jumped on our boat looking for food as they would bite back. Alas, no monkey attacks but we were ready in fight club position every time our boat would float under a mangrove shaking with monkeys and we sure as heck didn't open our fried rice picnic on the tiny beach we found that had two monkeys staring down at us making angry puffed out faces.
The area we went kayaking is an entirely Muslim area with very little tourism. IN fact, we were the only ones staying in bungalows in a ten mile radius. The kind of place where a boy fell off his bike because he was staring at us and every other car would stop to ask us if what we were doing here and if we needed a ride. It was the last few days of Ramadan (a time of fasting between sunup and sundown for Muslims) while we were there so we were not able to sample traditional Muslim dishes (yet) but we did get to hitchhike in a car filled with old veiled women, get impromptu Thai lessons, and each morning as we woke and each night as the sun fell below the karsts in the ocean we heard the call to prayer. Sitting in the pink and purple light on a pier with the silhouettes of mangroves and watery mountains in the distant, the call to prayer would echo over the water from the loud speakers of the mosque sending ripples bouncing off the coast of India. The scene looked like a shadow puppet performance from Indonesia being played out with the flicker of the sun behind the screen. Sigh.......
We went to the Vegetarian Festival today and it was so insane I will need another session to describe it. Let's just leave a teaser that I saw a man shove a fire extinguisher hose through his cheek and walk barefoot through the streets. Talk to you later.
