Thailand Day 2: Onwards to Koh Phi Phi

Thai Travels, S01E02.
Based on a true story

On Saturday, we woke up at the ass-crack of dawn, wolfed down some cereal and got on a minivan ready to take us to our ferry. Destination: Koh Phi Phi!

The ferry trip was great. The view was spectacular (surprisingly, there was sea everywhere you looked), we had some free coffee that met all the official requirements for it to be classified as ditch-water, we chit-chatted and basically had a good time.

Engine room

Think The Black Keys song but altered: I'm a lonely boaat / I'm a lonely boaat! (If you don't get this reference, shame on you and listen to this)

Lower deck. I love symmetry.

Our first taste of the Koh Phi Phi islands

Once we docked, we checked into our hotel and made a run for the beach. It was lovely. Additionally, every day starting at noon, the day-trip boats to Koh Phi Phi Don unloaded their masses of tourists who were allowed to roam free on the island for a couple of hours before being called back again. Naturally, one of their stops was the beach and this provided us with some first-class entertainment. Now, I don’t want to be racist, but have you ever seen Indian men (try to) swim? It is simply wonderful. Although swimming might not be the correct term – rolling in the sand is more like it. I didn’t take any pictures, but I wish I did. I also noticed their genetic predisposition for perfect, thick moustaches. So jealous! 

'Our' beach

Anyway, it was feeding time for us so we headed out for lunch. Hannah had a very interestingly named meal, at least according to the receipt (see below). Oh, and we also snuck in our first Thai massage. Score!

Kate (L) and Hannah (R)

Dirty, dirty, dirty. But quite cheap!

After lunch, we returned to the beach and were surprised by the tide – all the water had gone!

Back at the hotel, we scrubbed ourselves of the salt and sand, ready to go out! We had a lovely walk, a great dinner and we ended up in a pub that was Irish by name but non-Irish in every other way (thankfully). There I also encountered a very dangerous element of Koh Phi Phi’s nightlife: buckets. Especially 2 for 1 buckets. Simply too tempting. Anyway, the three of us drank and danced the night away like it was our last day of this life.

I don’t know about the girls, but the holiday spirit definitely got to me.

The moral of it all If you drink too much, you might be kissing with the fish and end up with an STD (Sealife Transmitted Disease)

Such a voluptuous vodka-juice

Party mode: on.

Told you... Buckets are dangerous!

...And this is what happens when you try to touch Kate's buckets (not a metaphor)