Thailand Day 3: Koh Phi Phi (cont'd)

Thai Travels, S01E03.
Based on a true story

Day three started with a hangover but I got rid of that with breakfast, coffee and beach. After regaining our collective strength – I was not the sole victim of the liquid devil but I did listen to the sign and did not kiss any fish – we went for some kayaking. 

Yeah, I got the pink kayak. So what?!

Kayaking is intense, but it provided a great shoulder work-out and I’m a sucker for good work-outs. So, thinking of Ivan and our time together (<3), we headed off to ‘Monkey Beach’ first, ‘docked’ there and chilled while Hannah got attacked by them. Nothing too serious, so really funny. Kate has some issues with her family, so stayed in the water.

Monkeys!

Yup, that's Kate - stubbornly staying away from her family.

Then we moved on along the rocky shoreline which made for some beautiful shots. Enjoy:

We returned to the beach (duh), enjoyed a sunset and did some light shopping afterwards. Oh, and I made great progress reading. All in all, I finished Catch-22, started and finished Mindy Kaling's Is Everyone Hanging out Without Me? (And other concerns) and started Murakami's Sputnik Sweetheart.

I have the world at my feet. Well, just a beach.

I love incorporating unwitting participants

Once again, the time came for us to freshen up and get ready for some night-life action. This time we ate Indian and returned to the beach for some shisha, drinks and, ultimately, dancing. But before the latter activity, we got to enjoy a wonderful fire show (quite common on the beaches by the way). And these guys were FUCKING amazing. 

They did tricks with burning sticks, balls on chains, climbed on top of each other and, best of all, they did a massive jump rope, fully ablaze, in which the audience could participate (for the reward of a shot). We watched from a safe distance and saw shit go wrong several times. This one guy, buff as a Jersey Shore style gorilla, thought he could easily do this trick but jumped in wrong, instantly got hit by the burning rope and in his fight-or-flight response jumped off the stage into the first row (all 200 pounds of him). The people that sat there got hit by the shisha and the drinks on the table and of course, the gorilla himself. Everything turned out fine, so I feel okay telling you about it. I even feel okay telling you we were, once again, quite entertained at the expense of others.

Fireshow.

A tan (no, not a burn, that was just the light), shisha and more alcoholic consumptions. Oops.

Fireshow!

Cleverly hidden near the bathrooms, this is the mess that thirsty, drunken tourists make.

After the show, which lasted a long time, we danced. So, not only did my shoulders get a great work out, so did my hips. And they don’t lie, I tell ya!

Bottom line: good times all around and yet another day and night in Phi Phi Paradise.