Once on the island I felt, "I'm back". It was my 3rd time now to Ko Samet and has become a place of wonderful memories and comfort in a way. I hopped into a Song Tow (truck taxi) with about 11 little Thai girls, who were excited and ready for their vacation- all with their straw cowboy hats on. They were quite excited that I jumped on with them and began using what English they knew. Since I was with them I was able to pay about half the price that foreigners have to pay when entering the National Park-- thank you ladies!
I was meeting my friend Betsi from San Luis on the island. She was here on a trip with a team from America. I arrived earlier than them, so I checked into my room and walked around the main beaches. It was interesting to see the new changes/developments and quite fun to return to my favorite spots and reminisce about my last stay. My good friend, Maureen, and I stayed there last time and boy did we have some adventures-- one of the best weeks of my life.
It was really crazy, because quite a few people looked familiar from years past, the locals that is- people I've had conversations with. It's always weird when the past resurfaces to the present. I did learn that it's impossible to recreate the past and relive old memories. It can just never be and the hoping of can be a real let down. One must learn to cherish the past and look forward to what the future will bring... new memories. :-)
My last night I was sitting on the beach deciding if I should swim one last time, when a local Thai asked if I wanted to play pool. It was fun although our skills are severely opposite, making the games probably not too fun for him. After, he asked to take me to eat some Thai food for dinner. We walked along the beach to the restaurant. It was great food, great conversation, and a great view. Overall a great experience, no complaints. Later I met up with some people staying at my hostel and we went out dancing. It was a great, amazing, and adventurous last night on Ko Samet.
My henna tattoo that I love and wish was real
I was sad to leave, I'm never able to stay as long as I want when I'm there. But I had to return to Bangkok and meet up with Pook's 67 yr old mom and 13 yr. old nephew. They are staying with a us for a week and get to see the baby for the first time. The three of us journeyed our way back to Nakhon with the use of many hand gestures and the few Thai words I know. We were quite a sight, I'm sure people were wondering how we were connected. Apparently someone even asked her if i was a half Thai. :-)Until next time...
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