The markets in Bangkok could satisfy any girl's shopping desires. The heat and air pollution in Bangkok could ruin hair and make-up for any girl in 2 minutes flat- not the hair. Even Steve couldn't stand his hair. I ended up shaving it for him with his beard clippers and a ratty pair of sissors; however, I left a little on top for him for a trendy yet managable look, a mohawk. My few days in Bangkok were fabulous, but I didn't mind leaving the sweltering city for a few more days of r and r on the remote island of Ko Chang.
Getting to Ko Chang wasn't easy, but it of course was worth it. We started off by taking a night bus 8 hours to Ranong, from there we threw our bags and ourselves in a little cart built off the side of a motor bike, this bike took us to the pier where we took and hour and a half boat ride to the island. Upon getting there, there was no pier to unload ourselves on. We climbed down a ladder into the ocean and the crew threw our bags to us, really it's not as bad as it sounds, it was actually quite fun and refreshing considering it has been at least 95 degrees and sunny every day (don't be jealous, haters.) Our voyage was long, but our 4 days upon the island were stupendous.
Our bungalow on the island was literally woven out of palm leaves, our roof was tin with holes in it, our bed was a slab of wood with a palm leaf stuffed mattress. Every night we had visitors, 2 spiders. The little one slept on the toliet, the big one and I mean thick and big slept on the wall under the sink. Steve called them our buddies. Without a doubt, they were there every night when we headed in. At first I was scared, I went to bed almost everynight having to pee because I was afraid they would attack me. But, they grew on me, I knew they were protecting us from the mosquitos.
Beside talking to spiders while on the island, our daily activities consisted of: wake boarding in the ocean next to jelly fish that looked like breast implants, playing frisbee, napping, reading, drinking coconut shakes (best thing ever!), and dog watching. The resort we stayed at had 3 dogs, a momma, a daddy, and a baby. The baby was a rolly polly who's activities consisted of hanging out with us, digging big wholes in the sand, chasing sand crabs, and some how walking on the roof of the common area. Her name is Gnoa and I wanted to bring her home to play with Lucy.
The island and all it's gloriousness sucked us in, it was hard to leave. We were really starting to get the beach bum life style down, but all good things must come to an end. I believe if we stayed any longer we would have easily become fat, black, and wrinkly.
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