The next morning we were headed on a boat to Koh Lanta.
But back on track here… Grant was passed out inside the bungalow cause someone had to go get shitwrecked before we left town. I got woke up in the middle of the night by the whole tree house shaking. (Yes, we stayed in what was pretty much a tree house at Viking Nature Resort and it was freakin’ amazing. Turns out there was an earthquake that night. First one I’ve felt outside of Alaska.
The next morning we got on the boat to head to Koh Lanta and see what all that was about. We had booked a room on Khlong Nin beach, which according to Lonely Planet (which can also double as emergency toilet paper if you’re in a pinch) “is a lovely white sand beach“. Only if you can see past all the garbage strewn along the high tide line, and that whomever wrote the section of the book is not only color blind, but also blind of differentiating shade. But I can’t bitch too much seeing that we had a bungalow right on the beach of 22$ a night. It’s not the most trash ridden beach I’ve been to, but come on people, stop being asshats and throwing garbage in the ocean.
Grant was thoroughly convinced I lied to him and brought him to India. He even kept asking if I was sure we were still in Thailand.
Now he’s given me an idea that for our next trip I’ll tell him we’re going one place and actually buy tickets somewhere else and just never tell him where we actually are and see if he figures it out.
I gotta figure though, if I was gonna move to a beach, I’d probably move to one like Khlong Nin here. If you want stunning all you gotta do is get on a boat for an hour. Plus, I mean if you lived on the most beautiful beach in the world, where do you go on vacation? I guess that explains why the people that live in Qalansiya over in Yemen don’t get out too much, they have no reason to.
Grant got to experience the call to prayer here (he heard it in Tonsai village, but didn’t comment on it till today). The lovely sing-songy bellowing coming from a mosque at 4:30 am, and many other times throughout the day. I told him that it wasn’t that bad here and that he could wait to whine about it until I took him somewhere in the Middle East where there’s a hundred mosques around you while you sleep, all waiting to wake you at deafening decibels at sun up.
The positive to Koh Lanta is that it’s a freakin ghost town.
I know we’re here at the kick off of rainy season, but there’s hardly a soul around, which is nice. I can see why it’s touted as a good place to bring a family with little kids, or if you just want a little peace to yourself. But I guess if you’re looking for a party that might not be what you’re looking for… But you can fly, boat, hitchhike, or drive you’re narrow ass to countless Thai islands that can more than provide that to you.
Somewhere on the internets I read that Koh Lanta has the “best sunsets in the world” so the first evening we sat out front our bungalow and waited for it to go down. Not half bad. It takes a firm second place to the sunsets on Gili Trawangan Tay and I watched in May 2013. That was the best and I really can’t imagine anything rivaling that.
On our second day in Koh Lanta we decided to go do an elephant trek and a jungle waterfall trek. I had the most fun feeding the elephant. His name was Namphlan and he was 18 years old. I can’t imagine carrying damn near 300 lbs of human on your back could be much fun.
He even let me put the pineapple straight into his mouth and licked my hand. It was slimy. Definitely slimier than a human mouth.
Then we went on the jungle trek. I omitted the fact that it probly would be pretty dry since we’re here at the beginning of rain season. And I was right, got up there and it was just a trickle of water. Grant didn’t seem too bothered because it was rainy on our trek and shady since it did happen in the jungle.
After all that was done and over with we went back to our place to go do some more swimming in the ocean. Where we proceeded to get the shit stung outta us by more jellyfish.
Tomorrow we’re headed back to stay near Krabi Town as home base before we make the trek back to Bangkok to head home. It’s a 3 hour trip by van back to Krabi, Lonely Planet says its 1.5 hours (see above remark about it seconding as great toilet paper).
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