Bangkok, Krabi & Beaches
a loooooong overnight bus took us to krabi, and after a quick breakfast we took a long boat to ko ton sai, a beach surrounded by jungle and huge limestone cliffs. the beach is famous for its spectacular rock climbing. the beach was nice, but the surrounding scenery was amazing. the limestone cliffs were of all sorts of colors and shapes and were especailly dramatic in the evening, as the colors changed with the setting sun. most of the other travelers were rock climbing, and most of them extremely good at it. there were huge overhangs, which to my amazement, they could climb up and over. i felt a bit like a weakling in there presence.
our days were spent swimming, rock climbing (i'm not good) and traveling to various other beaches to explore and snorkel. there were some amazing fish and beautiful colored corals at some nearby islands. we even saw a small shark. cool! the food at the bungalows was excellent and night time was very relaxing.....a very nice few days. unfortuanlty it had to end. we headed back to krabi so whitney could grab a bus to kuala lumper, and eventaully back to new orleans.
that night i was wondering around krabi. i hear all these drums, so wander over to check it out. there are tents and stages set up in the little plaza by the river, the stage covered in trophies and propoganda and the stage full of food, alters and incense. in the courtyard is a big swinging ladder with knife blades on the rungs and i catch a glimpse of a big chair coverd in sharp-point-up nails.
cool! i grab a menu and order a beer and some food and get ready for the show. well, it took a while getting around to the action. lots of chanting, head shaking, writing, burning, walking about, etc. must of all meant something. i didn't have the answers.
well, things finally got going and men and women climed up the knife-ladder. some fast, some slow, some shaking their heads, some with no expression. ok. kind of anticlimactic. out came the chair. some sit on it, some sit on the others sitting on it and jump up and down. ok. better. off to the side men start grabbind saws, knives, machetes, you know....sharp stuff, and start hitting them selves and cutting their tongues. finally......blood. cool. lots of it falling on their chests. intereting.
the rain came. people ran for cover under the tents. the trophies where getting wet. i couldn't imagine them giving tropohies for self mutilation. maybe. i was tired and headed for the hotel. passing a group taking cover i caught a number of people all decked out in fancy dresses, high heels, hair all done up....the works. i stayed.
when the rain cleared, well, slowed a bit, the m.c. for the evening came out, said something, in thai, and then a 12-14 year old girl came out and did a fancy little modern dance number. people cheered. then.....out came the dressed up ones. the crowd went wild. the first one out was not young, but certainly dressed up. that he was! as the various well dressed transvestites took the stage the crowd laughed and cheered for their favorite. jolly good show.
more was said in thai, they all took little cat-walk walks around the stage. then peole started to bring them big paper looped leis for their favorite. after some sorting, the winner was anounced and was taken to the tent with the tongue cutters. they were extermely pleased. he/she didn't cut anything. good!
it rained again. some took cover. some left. i stayed. about 11:30, after the rain slowed, after three karoke numbers - i hope those big trophies aren't for them - i called it a night and went to bed. random. cool.
i was having a hard time deciding wher to head next, up north or down south. i decided my undecisiveness would function best at the beach. so.........back to the beach. i went to ko jum, which is a large island, but has very little development. i arrived at the beach, of course dropped of at the most touristy place, and set off down the beach looking for my place. there where some awesome bungalows at some place. some "tree houses" where 40-50 feet up in these huge trees overlooking the beach....of course occupied. i wlaked about 2 kilometers to the end of the beach and knew that i had found my new home. i took a bungalow that had a great balcony above the porch. it was bad ass! the bungalows had just been there for four months, and there was almost nobody there. there was a small village on one side and some soem huts occuppied by local fishermen on the other. it was a true tai setting. in the afternoon there were about a dozen local kids fishing for squid and playing around inthe water. what a place to grow up!
well, up until about 14. after that...what? in this case in meant karoke! each night a place down the beach cranked up it's generator, turned on the tv and video machine, passed around the microphone and let it all go. most nights it went until 3-4 in the morning, and until we made a fuss everyword was audible from my bungalow. other than this minor problem, i spent 6 great days walking around the island, swimming, checking out the fish around the huge lava rocks scattered around the beach and water, and enjoying starry nights through the palm trees from my balcony. not to bad.
i made a decision.........finally, and left the beach to begin my journey south, first to malaysia and then accross the mallacca straight to indonesia.
