P. P. Palm Tree Resort
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... be asleep and get woken up by a splash of water all over me. It took an hour by speedboat to Phi Phi. The first stop was Monkey Beach. It's fair to say, I didn't get off the boat to see these ferals. They are the same monkeys you see in Ubud, Bali. Then we ventured off to another island where we could stop for snorkelling. I think everyone's understanding was we would visit an island and if you wanted to snorkel you could but had ...
... HEAVEN. as we departed the boat unfortunately we where hit with a stark and sad reality, flattened bungalows and bars swept into patches of garbage and debris. HELL.
Some guys who where sat on the beach drinking saw us a little bit lost and took us up the path into the jungle to a place we would become very familiar with. The Pirate bar, once called the sunset pirate bar. The owner there Toffee told us all about how they had been given just a few days notice and ...
... were lots of people. We stopped at 2 different islands to pick people up for the tour, the first island took longer to get to so I got to read a few pages of my book. First, we went to bamboo island, which had lots of waves, we stayed there for 45 minutes. We had wasted around 15 of those minutes trying to adjust a shirt that was twisted and wasn't going on my arms properly and another 15 minutes of me being scared of the waves. I was finally ok ...
After a massive massive night in Bangkok, I had to get up early to meet the group and catch a flight to Krabi, followed by a boat ride to Koh Klang, as small little island just off Krabi Town pier. It's a Muslim community so no alcohol and no cars either, just paths with tuk tuks. it's one very strange place. We dropped our bags off on island at the local fish mongers of all places and then we took a long tail ...
... speed (it did stop
first) at about 8 a.m. There followed an entertaining interlude whilst a few
perplexed looking tour guide types tried to organise the crowd of around 150
travellers into groups relevant to their destinations.
The head honcho was a formidable lady of around 4 foot 10
inches with a voice that penetrated every obstacle within a mile or so. She
reminded us of a latter day Peggy Mount (if ...