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The day started with an hour car ride to the pier off Rayong. On the highways in Thailand people sell good luck charms to hang in your car before you embark on a trip. Our driver bought a new one and hung it up in the beginning of our journey.
We managed to grab some food before getting on our speed boat to the beach island we were destined for. It was great and only cost the equivalent of one american dollar. Of course I had to lay it on hard with the local hot sauce. It this point I've become immune to the side-effects so I douse on.
koh samet island. Only about about an hour west of Chanthaburi. The speed boat only took about 12 minutes and we met and American who frequently visited Atlanta (Where I currently reside).
This Island is great for couples and drunken muy-thai debauchery. most of the road along the beach isn't paved and it gives the place a certain charm.
We did the usual beach bumming and walking around. There was a statue of a local legend who would play his flute and his love would appear in the form of a mermaid.
Once the night kicked in we had dinner on the beach with a hookah and all was well until the monsoon came in. My stay here in Thailand coincides with the beginning of monsoon season so this rain that poured in lasted for about an hour and it came down strong. We couldn't wait around any longer so we proceeded to walk towards the reggae bar, pictured below.
The walk to the bar alone was an alien experience due to the side-effects of the monsoon rain. The rain awakened on onslaught of frogs. the puddles that formed in the road were riddled with frogs. The song that was created as we walked through the road was almost hypnotizing and surreal. Thousands of frogs just all around you with their puffed up cheeks croaking the same sound was almost too much. I'm glad we weren't about to go to bed because I'm sure the siunds would not allow for a good nights' rest. We stopped at a muy-thai bar on the way to the reggae pub for shots and drinks. There was actually supposed to be a match between two local muy-thai fighters but the rain canceled the showing. Sometimes the muy-thai fighters will ask the foreigners to come in and fight after they are done with a match. This is usually not the best idea considering by that time most people are full of the "liquid courage" and their judegement might not be in the best place.
The reggae bar had a cover band playing Pink Floyd, Metallica, and the usual Bob Marley hit. The shirtless lead singer must have been atleast 60 something years old but went about his way like a 25 year old partier. After some drinks and Jamaician treats we proceeded to the one dance club on the island. By this time the club was packed with mostly thai people so we stuck out like sore thumbs. I managed to take a tequila shot with a local tattoo artist that was going do my next tattoo. I could tell he doesn't drink tequila much because the shot nearly floored him, jaja. Me and Rick headed off to the dance floor at that point to loosen the body. After some glancing around I noticed the abundance of guys grinding on each other. Koh Samet Island happens to be a big spot for gay travellers.
We decided to have some drinks on the beach next to the club but by this point my legs weren't on their best behavior and decided to have me fall face first into a table at the club. The corner of the table hit my eye as I fell (luckily in slow motion so no real harm was dealt; no eye patch for me) After that fall the drink on the beach felt rejuvenating. Rick went off with Naan while a headed back to the hotel shortly after. Finding my room in the maze of huts was not the most pleasant hunt but I managed to collapse on the bed.
Now to refresh the body with some much needed mineral water.
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