Rugged Knee, Deep Blue Sea
Trip Start Feb 08, 2010
7Trip End Aug 12, 2010
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Kirean and I split a room in Krabi and went out that afternoon to check out the Tiger Cave Temple, just outside of town. On a whim we decided to summit the sacred mountain. A sign warned us that the journey was over 1200 steps, but I figured hell, that's only the Wreck Beach stairs three times, how bad could it be?
That evening Kirean and I met up with a fellow Canadian named James and over a bucket (or two) we decided that we should all rent scooters the next day. O noble scooter! Helios keep thine chariot, I would but scooter the sun o'er the sky. There is little in life more pleasurable that the cool whip of wind in your face, the road sailing behind you and the smug knowledge that your gas economy is superb. The three of us spent the day riding around the coast, finding beaches, and trying not to die. Thai people are bad drivers in the sense that they're reckless and good drivers in the sense that they can drive recklessly but still manage not to die in a fiery wreck every single day. I must admit, I am a cautious scooterer, being pretty happy to stick to the left, wear a helmet and cruise along at a solid 50, getting passed by helmetless women with three babies on their laps or 13 year old girls on motorcycles.
Then it was off to Ko Lanta to meet Gwen and Sage.
But scootering is better than drugs, so Gwen, Sage, a Chilean named Margarita and yours truly took off on a scooter adventure. We took them out for a nice hike to a "waterfall" (minus the water) and a pretty sweet cave. On the way back, however, disaster struck. Riding with Gwen over a bumpy unpaved section of the road, going about 5 kilometers an hour, everything seemed fine. The little scooter was handling the tough going well, chugging along in its spirirted if lo-fi sort of way. But this one ditch was just too much, turning the wheel and tipping the little hog. Gwen and I went down, and when the dust cleared walked away with some badass skinned knees.
After a few nights on Ko Lanta I made my way to Ko Phi Phi.
By chance I met up with Kirean here, as well as ten thousand Danes, and have had some pretty great times exploring the nightlife. I saw a Thai cover band that played every rock standard in the universe for about nine hours straight. Also: I got my scuba certification! But as I'm going for my advanced course, I'll write about my underwater adventures in the next post.