Thailand > Jarrod

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PART I
Alright, so our day begins at 6:00AM to a rumbly in my tumbly. The Thai cooking course taken the day before must've torn up my insides from all the spicy, curryesque, greatness that was the food for the day. My ass was a human firehose these next few days. I could've stopped riots from happening it was so powerful. God it was bad. My stomach was upside down and inside out for awhile after this. And any time I ate one thing in one end....something else, much less wholesome, was wanting to come out the other end. BAD!

So anyways, we have to meet outside to go to our day trek that consisded of a visit to an Orchid farm, an Elephant Ride, a bamboo raft ride down a river, seeing "long necks and big ears" the women with the...well, long necks and big ears, that are always making appearances in National Geographic, an elephant show (not the dirty kind), and the least excited sounding......an ox cart ride.

We get to the orchid farm via van shuttle and we go throught he butterfly tent. Now, I'm not a big fam of butterflies. In fact, I kinda hate them. They're not interesting to me, most of them are really boring and might as well be moths, and just because they're sometimes pretty, people want every single one to land on them. So while we're looking at these stupid uninteresting butterlies, there are these kids from Ireland running around chasing the damned things trying to get them to land on their arm. It got real old, real quick. Especially with their fucking Irish accents. The orchid farm was pretty neat. I've never seen wild orchids....I guess it was pretty cool. Also, I'm not a huge fan of flowers.....sue me.

Our next stop was the elephant show. At the show, the elephants will paint, dance, play football (soccer), and show off their skills at being awesome (which they did very well). Right when we get there i buy a bundle of mini bananas and a pile of bamboo for 40 Baht. At this ONE tour location (out of the literally 50 or so that are around this area) there was probably a good 30 elephants or more....probably more. There were a dozen elephnats lined up waiting for me to come by and start giving them food. I broke off individual banana's (I later find out that it's the equivalent of me eating a tic tac and expecting to get full.) I'm giving bananas and bamboo away like a whore on extacy....(too much?) sorry mom. The elephants begin dancing, showing their maneuverability, hula hooping, and then painting. It's truely a sight to be seen to watch an elephant paint. They paint tree's and elephants reaching for the tree, and hearts, and one even painted two elephants mating.....awesome. Obviously the elephants are taught what to paint, they don't just free hand it, but it's still amazing. Only some elephants can paint, we're told. Some have photographic memory, most don't, so those can't paint.

Next stop is the ox cart ride. I gotta say, I was ready to say yeah, we can skip the ox cart ride no problem and just hang with elephants, but thank god we went on it. Hand's down one of the most funny experiences I had in Thailand. Our driver was noticeably intoxicated. Actually intoxicated is putting it lite, he was beyond obliterated. He was so fucking drunk I don't think he knew he was supposed to be telling the oxen where to go. If he did in fact know what to do, he was doing a very poor job at it. The entire time we were on this ride, I was laughing my ass off. I had tears I was laughing so hard. We all did. These oxen had no interest in doing what they were being told to do. The driver might've given this command, but probably not, based on him beating the ox with a stick, the oxen were literally ramming the cart ahead of us. A cart that we shouldn't have even been close to. The cart ahead of us had those Irish fucks that were in the butterfly tent too, so that was nice to make the little shits scared. So we stop ramming them, and the oxen start to turn left, and it's pretty clear to us that the driver wants them to turn right. The oxen stop, a man comes from out of no where, rips off a branch from a tree, and the two men start beating the oxen together. It goes from smacking them, so jabbing them in the side to get them to turn. These oxen aren't doing a god damn thing. One of them actually starts to piss and while the other is just looking around aimlessly. So frickin funny! We FINALLY start to move, and our driver asks if we want a picture. Sure. He stumbles down, tells Jess and i to get on the front, gives me the stick and I start beating the ox yelling "Haii!!" the only word I could understand that he was saying. The driver falls into a ditch and takes a few snap shots. he coninues to walk alongside, and ends up losing his balance and falling over. The cart is about to run over his ribs and he puches out of the way. Still though, he was not quick enough. The cart rolls over his ankle sideways. Holy shit, that must've hurt. He let's out a yell, and some co-workers come running over. They repremand him and he looks pretty sad. Good god that was funny.

We get back to the elephant park, and it's time for lunch. Lunch was rice, vegies, and chicken. it was alright. The best part about lunch however, was a lady with a pet monkey. The monkey was on a chain and it was asleep, so I got to look at it close up. The absolute best part of all of this was that that little Irish shit was eating an ice cream cone and came over to looka t the monkey. The monkey woke up, leaped at the kid, smacked his face, and thrashed at his arm a few times. No wounds or anything, just comedy. So the kid has ice cream all over his dumbfounded face, he walks away completely fine, walks ten yards, turns to his mom and dad and is crying his god damn eyes out. I would've done the same at his age, no question, but it was so damn funny to see that annoying little turd crying his eyes out.

Time for the elephant trek. This was an amazing ride. We're supposed to sit in this little benches on the elephant's back, but about ten minutes in, the driver or "mahout" asked if we wanted a picture. Here we go again I said. He jums down, and tells Jess to get on the elephants head. Hey, we're lucky what can i say. For the remainder of the hour we had, Jess rode on the head with her legs under the elephants ears. So fucking cool! It was around that time that we noticed the baby elephant that was following us. It's mother must've been the one behind us, cuz that baby was following close behind. It was so cute! Cuter than a Johnny 5 from Short Circuit hugging a puppy that's playing with a baby tiger. And I've seen both to compare, so eat it!

i have a few other things to talk about, but I have to go home now. I'm at work, and I'm sleepy. So I'll continue this email soon.

Today is my birthday (atleast the day that these event's happened on)! I'm 24, and when I woke up today, my joints were stiff. I'll try to remember what happened on this day, but my memory just isn't what it used to be.

Here goes. We woke up in Chiang Mai in our hotel room that is run by a guy who looks like Hiro Nakamura from the NBC show Heroes, so I'm pretty happy to see him every day. Our room is 4 white walls, 2 twin beds, and an extra mattress on the floor. It's pretty basic, but that's all we need. When we were deciding where to stay the next 3-4 days I told the girls i wouldn't mind splurging on some nicer pads to stay at. Well, I got it. Instead of the 250 Baht a night ($8) for a fan room, we got a 400 Baht a night ($13) A/C room! We are living like kings now!

This morning, we're going on a cooking course thanks to Leda, she's paying for both of our ways in. It's a whole day event, and we learn 14 dishes total. We each check off a list of 3 different dishes per course, and because there are 3 of us....we get to learn all the dishes! We get picked up by a songtao at 9 in the morning and we're off to the open market for our ingredients. Our driver/teacher/director of the classes is one of the jolliest, most lively, happy people I'll probably ever meet. He is too cool for cooking school. He tells jokes and does this laugh where he looks down for a second before laughing, then bursts out in this "american" style laugh, and lifts his shoulders with every "ha". One of his jokes that sticks in my memory was a joke about tomatoes. He's showing us the ingredients of Thai dishes and gets 2 tomatoes. He tells us that the fatter ones are tomatoes, and the taller ones are toMAtoes. I just realized that through typing, it's not as funny because the inclinations and emphasis' aren't heard....but I'm sure you're all smart enough to piece that crime scene together.

So we learn how to make 3 different curries, springrolls, 3 stirfry dishes (mine was the best), 3 noodle dishes, 3 soups, and my favorite......mango and sticky rice with coconut milk. Our teacher says he is the only person that uses cinnamon to make the sticky rice. he actually puts it in the water that steams the rice, and let me tell ya, that man knows what the fuck is up. Cuz it was damn delicious. During the stir fry mission he taught us how to do do "adventure" while cooking. Just add water is basically the adventure secret ingredient.
Add water and you'll get this ====> Pretty awesome huh?
By the time we all got to the main course and got to sit down and eat it, no one was hungry anymore. Everyone ate so much already that the main course was a gross exaggeration of how much we could possibly eat by the end of the course.

At the very end, our course instructor carved a flower out of a watermelon. At first I was not very impressed, but by the end of the carving it was pretty apparent that he's a master at his craft. He's been doing it for 25 years, if that says anything.

After all was said and done, we got a ride back to our room and got hit a few times with palls of water by kids celebrating the quickly approaching Songkran Water Festival a.k.a. Thai New Year. The Thai's do not follow the gregorian calendar, they use the buddhist calendar, so by their view it isn't 2008 now.....Break out the champagne, cuz it's 255fuckin1!! we are in the future folks. Whoever thought flying cars by 2500 is a sucker! I'm guessing Soylent Green will be hitting the markets very soon.

After we got back, our hotel "concierge" a.k.a. waitress a.k.a. cook told us that there was a Muy Thai fight that night and it would only cost us like $5 to go, and we'd have a ride there. So we signed up. We ate my "birthday dinner" at our hotel, I believe I had a tuna sandwich. haha. We decided to celebrate the b-day dinner the next night, so don't go feeling sorry for me just yet.

We get to the Fight Night around 8 and walk into a world much like that you've seen in the Oscar winning movie Kickboxer staring the one and only J.C.V.D. (Jean-Claude Van Damme). I was totally expecting to see the fighters glue broken glass to their gloves and "destroy" themselves, as the poster exclaims.

What I got was a bunch of 14 yeah olds kicking the ever living shit out of eachother. To some this may seem barbaric. To me, it just made me homesick, and miss my brother. Ahhhh memories. Seriously though if it was a fair fight, these kids could probably take on Jaws. They were ripped beyond belief. It was entertaining as hell, and Seth and I got to go right up to the ring and take some pictures of the fight. Events like that are really hard to get a good picture, but I think I got a few. I need to work on them, but I'll show you a shot of the fight.

After that was all done, we basically went to a bar for a little bit while Leda got her grove on with a guy we met on the cooking trip named Fabbian. They hung out while Jess and I played pool on a table that looks like it might've spent some years in Delta House from "Animal House." I wouldn't've (double conjugate?) been surprised if the green, yellow, and orange poolballs were a lime, lemon, and an mandarin. Honestly. The balls were waaay too small, and the table was more crooked than a scoliosis victims back. There were some pretty funny characters there too. There was a group of Thai's in the corner that had multiple "pet" rabbit's. These "pets" were being prepared to be tomorrow night's dinner thhey told us. At first I didn't believe them, but the more people that came up to us telling us that, the more I believed. Whatever, I bet it was good.

Tomorrow we go on an elephant trek through the friggin jungle, and I have like 1563 stories from this trip, so it's going to be a long one, and probably the most funny one to come out of my fingers. So be sure to catch next weeks thrilling episode of "Jarrod Duncan: Thailand Isn't Big Enough For the Both Of Us"

Where do i start the story of Pai? Where I left off I guess. We flew from Bangkok to Chiang Mai really early yet again, and when we arrived we started to look for ways to get to a place called Pai that we'd heard so much about. We knew it was about a 3 hour car ride there, but damn if we didn't have a great time in Kanchanaburi on our motorbikes. Soooo we looked around the area for a rental. We found one within minutes, and I gotta say...they looked a little lacking. If I didn't hold the acceleration a tiny bit it would putt slower and slower till it finally died, Jess's steered funny I believe, and leda.....leda was just a bad driver. haha, just kidding she's probably the best driver. Anyways, we start our Rite of Passage to Pai, but have no fucking clue where we're going. And every street is labeled the EXACT same thing, with the last 3 letters of so being very alike, but different. For this, in Thailand, they say "Same same, but different" it's funny. So we're touring Chiang Mai on a wild goose chase, looking for a variation of Sukumvent of some shit, and we pull over to ask directions.

When told we were motor biking to Pai, the local men gave a resounding "AYE!" and laughed with us (at us) and made curving road signals with their hands. This made me laugh at the stupidity of the idea. The local men are probably scared to fly to Pai cuz the roads are so curvy, and we're going to ride motorbikes. yay america! So Jess is the first one to speak up (thank god) and Leda is right with her on that idea, so we return our motorbikes, and get no return of money.....shitty considering we already just filled them up. oh well. So we take a bus there.

I just typed Bus, because that's what was advertised. In America, we call them vans. This "bus'" engine was under the middle compartment, so it was a hot as shit "bus." Also the A/C wasn't too great, and the good samaritan that I am, aimed mine towards the back, so the other 6 people could get a whiff of the cold(ish) air. Now, this ride to Pai wasn't really a point a to point b trip. This thing was "13 curves" for 160 KM no fucking joke. For those people not in Syracuse and thus not privy to 13 curves, it was like going to Evergreen or Keystone on one of the reeeeeally curvy, puke your brains out if it lasts more thana few minutes places that lasts for 160 KM. It was so terrible. holy shit.

So the village of Pai must've been founded by Cheech and Chong because this place wasn't very modern. 50% of the tourists had dreads, the other 50% were dogs.....like....actual dogs. The place we stayed were huts in a field. Now, I'm not really going to complain or anything about this place, or even the hut's we stayed in, I just want to give you a feeling of what Pai is like. When I say a hut in a field...I mean it. Our back yard was a friggin plantation farm. Growing dead straw. Our thatched hut was the basic of the basic. A mattress on the floor complete with Minnie the Mouse blankets, a mosquito net, cuz the straw floors had gaping holes in them, and a fan that worked...sometimes. Jess and I shared one hut, Leda had another.

Things to do in Pai consisted of smoking weed, and walking around the street looking at the local crafts. THAT'S IT! exciting I know. Our time in Pai was basically eating at a few restaurants, hanging out at our hut's "common" area, and going on the internet. It was really nice to relax a little bit in the middle of all our traveling. But I could've spent more time in Ko Tao or something. No big deal though, it was time spent in Thailand.....hey, i could've been in Syracuse! muahahaha

So the only really really eventful thing to happen while in Pai was the last night in the last few hours before sleep. Jess and I went out to take some night photography, and I wanted to take a shot of our bridge to our huts. Did I forget to describe the bridge? Oh man, this thing was ready to collapse at the first sign of rain. I think a bridge made of paper mache and seaweed would stand a better chance of survival in the long run. This thing was bamboo and straw, weaved together to create some semblance of safety. It wasn't a small bridge either. I'd say a good 40 yards or so. So, Jess and I were taking a shot of the bridge at around 1AM when we hear these two men running and screaming "when I get you I'm going to fucking kill you" I had a 30 second exposure cookin in my camera, and I was on maybe second 4 when we first heard them. I was anxiously waiting for the sound of my shutter to click closed and they were fast approaching. They were almost to the bridge and my hand was swooping down to grab the tripod and camera and start booking for safety. Their feet touched the other end of the bridge, the shutter clicked, and I was fuckin running. jess was already at the pavement and I ran past her and jumped over a fence and helped her over.

The first man ran by, he was Thai, the second was an Englishman. The Thai jumped in a bush, and the Englishman jumped on his motorbike, not seeing where the Thai man went. He drove around for awhile looking for him, till he saw us and asked us if we saw him. I told him i didn't know where he was, and asked what the problem was. He told us that him and his wife were making love in their hut and they heard a noise under their cabin, they thought it was a dog, and the man demanded to continue (obviously). After the fat lady sang, he went outside to grab something, and heard a rustle, then saw movement. It was the Thai man under their hut! CREEEEEPY! Ew, so there are creeps in Thailand that aren't dirty child sex tourists. I know what you're all saying, "Jarrod, don't be so hard on yourself" I know I shouldn't be, but society thinks it's wrong. Bad joke, sorry.

We stayed in Pai a total of 2 days 2 nights, and off the Chiang Mai we went. more to come tomorow

So last we left off I was leaving Ko Tao on our way to Ko Samui for a night. Nothing really to report here. We basically slept in a guesthouse close to the airport so we could wake up and go. We got into Ko Samui around 5, ate, and didn't really do much at night. We were pretty worn out from diving the past few days. So nothing happened that day/night. Sorry.

The next morning we flew back to Bangkok for 1 day and then we'd be off to Chiang Mai and the Northern province for the next 5 days or so. So we got to Bangkok around noon, got a ride back to our place in a cab where the meter was broken and Leda and the man got in a Thai argument, i say Thai argument because not only was it partly in Thai, but because the argument wasn't really that much of an argument. In fact, in America, specifically New York or somewhere where there are many cabs, this would be known as a friendly discussion. The taxi driver did do something a little shiesty though. He had been understanding Leda when she was talking English the whole trip, and once she said something he didn't like (in this case it was, "ya know what, just pull over and we'll find another cab") he said no understand English. It was a little silly. The experience did make me think of that scene in "The Bone Collector" where the couple are in the back of the taxi and they ask to get out and the man doesn't respond and just drives them somewhere and kills them. I know before I said it wasn't much of an argument, but at the time I was a little paranoid. I know, I'm a big vagina.

We got back to our place safe and sound in the end, Had ourselves a shower and cleaned up. Leda decided to go hang out with her friend and stick it out at home. So Jess and I had a night out on the town. We ended up going on the street market called Rambutree. We had some fun taking pictures of the local characters, all of which put Denver's homeless and steet acts to shame. To compare, it's like a elementary school talent show compared to David Blaine. I'm not sure what you think of David Blaine....but it's pretty close regardless. The people here are so interesting. Some street sellers are deaf mutes who cut out intricate greeting cards and sell them for $100 baht. Others wear huge wigs and dress up like a Jimi Hendrix cover band and try to sell their latest clothes they made. It's all really cool.

After walking around a bit, Jess and I decided to get a facial. Don't judge me! It's only like $7 to get them here....I look(ed) like shit alright! You should see my face up close....IT'S A MESS! haha alright alright, I got it cuz I'm a female alright. Well....let me tell ya....this female could give birth out of my urethra and I'd still say the facial was worse. It was soooo fucking painful. Hey Blake, remember that time i got pushed through the glass door and when i got stitches i squeezed your hand with Terminator strength. When we get back ask Jess how her hand is. If there were a paramedic in the spa at that moment, i think he would've gave me a job to replace the jaws of friggin life I was sqeezing so hard. MAN! I don't know where they got the tools to do this facial, but i'm going to go out on a limb and say they stole them from Lucifer's bedside table. Ladies.....I applaud your bravery.

After the one hour session of turning my face into a cherub's ass, we went back to the room and spent the remaining time before our flight recovering. Jarrod style....that's right....sleeping. The next blog will be later tonight or tomorrow and I will write about our time in a village of failed Bob Marley cover bands and the sadness of pipe dreams in a town called Pai.

so after that sweet ass title, I feel like I don't have to type anything now....it was so damn clever. haha oh man. So today we decided to go to Ko Tao. The last ferry there left at 2 PM, it was about 12:30 when we decided to get our asses around to asking about that, so we were kinda scrunched for time. We made it though. The ferry was quick and I talked to a couple from Ireland for 2 hours. They were soooo friggin cool, and their accents made my ears tingle cuz it's so dang cool. They are the millionth people to tell me that they don't like their country. Seriously, everyone i ask (Ireland, UK, Germany, etc) says that they don't like their country. It's kind of strange.

We exit our boat and off to Ko Tao we are. We immediately start looking for a place that will take us diving, and we settle (of course) for the cool looking asian johnny depp with a totally awesome mustache. He tells us that he will take us to a place, and if we don't like it, he'll take us back free of charge. We oblige and off we go. Now, we just got here, so we don't know where we're going, or what to expect. I am thinking that he's bringing us to a bamboo prison and they're are just going to dump our bodies in the ocean and consider that diving. I know I know, I'm a risk taker. haha. We get to this place called Asia Divers about 5 minutes later and it turns out to be a pretty sweet getaway.

We enter Asia Divers and a man named Giles (pronounces Jiles) gives us the wheel and deal. He's a super cool Englishman who moved to Ko Tao after deciding he wanted to dive the rest of his life, and Ko Tao has some of the cheapest/best diving in the world. Giles tells us that the best thing for us to do is to become certified, this would take 3 days (our flight is in 4 days from Ko Samui) With diving, you can't fly after you dive for at least 18 hours, because of the nitrogen in your body. And we wouldn't be able to dive today, because it's too late to start. So tomorrow we would have class and dive in the pool, next day we would dive in the sea, and have class, the the last day we would go in the ocean again, and take the ferry immediately after, stay a night, and fly the morning after. If you were paying attention you would've picked up that we have to move our flight a day back.

So we decide that Giles is right, and so we move the flight back. This course is 9000 Baht, divide that by 31 for $1 and you get $290. In the US that's like $800! Ko Tao and Honduras are the two cheapest places in the world to get certified, so why not do it. Plus, the certification is good for life. This means that i can go to all the lakes in Denver and scuba dive in them with no hassle.....opportunity! This also means, that I get to feel like I'm in True Lies and pretend I'm a real life spy, except this time i don't have to pretend I'm underwater and have a breathe tank on me....IT'S REALLY THERE!

I gave you that so you have something to look forward to. So we start the classes tonight for a few hours. The cheesiest video I've ever seen. There was some serious cheese going on in this video. Man. Oh yeah, I forgot, while we were deciding to do the dive course or not, Giles told us our room's are free while we're here. It's usually only 500 Baht a night, but it's 500 Baht we aren't going to have to pay. So we go to sleep in our huuumid ass rooms for the night, wake up and go to the pool for our practice course with the tanks and shit. It's really weird and hard to control yourself at first, and by the end of the day I am sure that this might not be the best idea. In the pool we learn how to control our height using our breath, how to equalize, and all the other ins and outs of our equipment. After that we go to the classroom and take another test. Then break at 3:30.

We drive around the tiny island for the day, not really doing/seeing too much. Diving is really one of the only things to do on this island, and they're good at it.

The next morning we wake up, do the final test to decide if we're ready for the open sea. We get a 98% on the test, so it tells us that we're ready apparently. We grab some lunch and load up on our truck to go to our boat. We check our equipment and my heart is pumping hard when we begin our ride to the dive site. I'm starting to think about the shit in the sea, and all the stuff that I really hate about the ocean....yes, the salt water. I hate it. haha. So...we strap up....we go to the edge of the boat.....and in 2 seconds, I am Arnold Schwarzenegger in True Lies. I ask Giles for a dive knife.....I am denied. He knows me well. I am submersed in a foreign world, and I'm feeling a little iffy on the surface. I want to get down below, where I can see whats around me.

We do the final ok, and we begin our decent. All sorts of marine life are wizzing by my head. I think about how easy it must've been to write the majority of Finding Nemo. It was so magical to be under the sea (Little Mermaid song I know) and it got me pretty relaxed. I know the ocean is full of life, but I don't think you understand just how much life there is under there, until you see it up close. Holy shit it's scary how many fish, worms, algae, coral, shrimp, etc there is in a cubic foot of water down there. It's awesome.

We were down for 40 minutes each dive, and I saw some shit, let me tell ya. Ok, so right now I just thought of something that made he shiver. If there are children present, tell them to leave the room.........there are huge....HUGE creatures down there called Sea Cucumbers. I know I know, "but Jarrod they're harmless stupid creatures the size of a small horse penis." no no no my friend. They are huge scary, rip your face off shit you not disgusting Hellraiser beasts. If the devil exists, he has a a sea cucumber tongue.
Here's a picture of one, mind you it's a smaller one, and not the most heinous of the creatures. This one is about a meter long,

Did you shit your pants yet knowing that those things exist and you've swam in their territory?! Ok, I just got back from the bathroom after cleaning out my under pants. and I'm back to my normal self. Ok, I just looked at the picture again. I'm back again, I promise. So the next day we went deeper and more advanced with diving. We went down 18 meters (60 ft) the first two dives were 12 meters. so it was a considerable jump. We saw more fish, and yes...more sea cucumbers, god they're disgusting. We saw barracudas that were about 6 feet long, and a Grouper that could eat a small child in a single bite. The visibility today was outstanding. We saw 30 meters plus into the open sea. It was gorgeous. Oh also, a small wound I had was cleaned by those cool little cleaner fish that you see ion the discovery channel. That's right, they accepted me! I am like Aqua Man, and the sea is my playground.

that's some cool corral we saw.

We almost got to see two Whale Sharks, but we arrived a few minutes too late. They were there a little while before we took off, which stinks. But I woulda had to clean out my wet suit cuz I definitely would've been way too scared to be that close to one of those. So our days in Ko Tao were some of the coolest, and most enjoyable days yet. I didn't write about the people we met, cuz this blog is already too long. But they really were, honestly the coolest people I have known for a few days in my entire life. Such cool people, I cannot even tell you how cool. Mom, Dad, Justin, Blake, all friends....you're cool too. But these guys were awesome like whoa.

The second dive we went on that day, we dove through some caves. Wow, it was so friggin awesome to traverse a cave under water. So much life in that thing. Oh man. Oh, I forgot to tell something funny. Giles had this magnet writting thing so he can communicate not using hand signals. I borrowed it and made everyone huddle around me to read it, and I wrote I'm peeing. ahhaha it was so funny. However, it is a bad idea. My swim shorts have not stopped smelling like a porta potty since I did that. I'm going to have to throw them away, no joke. A wetsuit traps in water, so I was swimming in my own piss for a half hour.....it was pretty nasty.

We filled out the remaining papers, and took our final picture with Giles.

We boarded a boat, to go back to Ko Samui. I really didn't want to leave, and if I didn't have my fucking job as a responsibility, trust me....I woulda stayed. No joke, I'd feel bad about everything at home, but I would totally stay there for atleast a few years. Definitely. It's still an option so don't piss me off.

I loved Ko Tao, and I didn't think I was going to. I'm not a fan of sun, or ocean. So it was quite a surprise for me. Thanks for reading (if you read this far) I know it was tough. I'm not the greatest blogger in the world.