around at each other, dangling them from a big stick, and dancing around them as they explode in a deafening BANG!
. Credit to them, they were all sober, and Persil will be doing a roaring trade as they were all dressed in the whitest clothing I think we have ever seen. It turns out that after this show of craziness some of the men proceed to stick blades and skewers through their faces after putting themselves in a trance. We weren't around for that bit. Back at the hostel we met Johanna, a lovely Swedish girl, and Stuart, a guy from the UK. TUrns out he has a killer line for any tuk-tuk driver that asks your destination. "When they ask you where you are going, tell them to the moon
." To stuarts credit this works a charm as they are completely confused by this, and its polite aswell. If we come here again, they'll probably do trips to the moon to catch us out, or at least they'll name a bar "the moon". The next day we wandered along the sea front, after a lovely brekkie, then met up with Johanna and Stuart for dinner at one of the many hawker stalls on the sea front (hawker stalls cook food freshly and pathetically cheap on the streets, a bit like hot dog vendors but you at least know what you get in Thailand!) We ate heartily, trying some fried mussles. Johanna, a VEGAN
was persuaded to try the mussles. Once she said you have to try everything once, that was her downfall. Mission accomplished to get a VEGAN to change her ways! We were then accosted by a group of canadians who took us for a few beers, before we headed off home to decide where we would go next. Koh Phi-Phi, or Koh Lanta.
On the way out of our Bangkok hotel, a cabbie approached me and asked our destination. I said "the airport" and he said "1000 bhat". I then replied f@#$ off" The robbing get thought we were fresh into the city and didnt have a clue. He wanted 3 times the going rate for an airport trip. Its the only time I lost it with all the heckling that we got in Bangkok. After battling our way to get literally the last 2 seats on a flight out of Bangkok (and paid through the nose for them!) we managed to get ourselves into Krabi. We were picked up at the airport by the hostel and then whisked to where we would be spending the night. We dropped our luggage then headed out into the town to see what all the fuss was about. Turns out that we had landed on the last day of the Thai vegetarian festival. Now if you get the impression of a veggie festival being a bunch of tree huggers shaking carrots at you then you are very much mistaken. The numpty's enjoy nothing more than throwing