Hammock life

Trip Start Feb 06, 2005
Trip End Jul 2005

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Monday, June 20, 2005

The ride to the island was amazing. After Nepali and Indian buses it was overwhelming, and I was almost moved to tears. Picture it: a huge bus, with enormous, padded chairs that fully reclined. Only 10 people in the bus. They showed a movie. There was airconditioning! Understandably, I was in heaven. The only down side was that, overnight, someone had gone through our bags (Ha ha... sucker! I don't have anything worth stealing!).
Anyway, I met a few Poms on the morning boat to the island and we all headed to the same cabins, which fronted onto white sand and turquoise water. As I faced this idyllic scene I presented myself with a challenge: to not go swimming. I was determined that, aside from necessary runs to food facilities, I would do absolutely nothing for a week. Even paddling constituted unnecessary effort. I had a hammock, a view of the water, and feasted on whole BBQ chickens and mangoes. Sweet.
Anyway, my kidneys needed a break after Khao Sahn, and so I gave them one... till the afternoon, when we hit the Thai whiskey...
After 3 days of hammocks, drinking and playing cards the girls in the group decided that they wanted a little more excitement and moved to Hat Rin, the 'happening beach', an hour south. The guys took a vote and decided to move 5 minutes south to another place. Here my bungalow was surrounded by trees and fronted by sand. The winning point was definitely the chicken cashew though. Amazing. Not only did I regain the kilos I lost in Amritsar, I put on a few more! This is saying something, cause usually I get home from backpacking showing ribs. This is mainly a ticket to getting free meals from friends and family when I return, so I've since spent a great deal of effort losing the extra kilos I picked up.
My hammock here got a great deal of use, except for the one day when we rode our scooters the hour to Hat Rin. A day of drinking turned into a night of drinking, and when we turned for home it was well and truly dark. How we got back is beyond me, especially since the crazy, hilly road to Hat Rin scared me when I was sober. Somehow though I only got one mark, and I treasure it- my scooter-exhaust burn. This is the one true sign of people who have been to Koh Phangan, and we compare them with pride.
In the last half of the week the endless blue turned grey, and we killed 3 successive days watching DVDs and drinking before lunchtime. I decided that was probably a good sign to move on, and so I headed to Malaysia.
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