One afternoon, the strangest most effed up thing happened. When we were out shopping for Tshirts for our buddies on Soi Rambuttri, this scruffy-looking monk wearing battered tennis shoes shuffled up to us holding out his alms pot as if begging for money. We both felt instantly uneasy because the monks that we talked to in Chiang Mai had told us that monks never beg, but rather receive offerings when presented as a gift from laypeople. Because we weren't really sure how to properly respond, Erik just fished a small 10 baht coin from his pocket and sent the fallen monk on his way. As soon as he left, the owner of the tshirt stand turned to us and whispered, "You know, he not real monk." It turns out that some lower class people come to Bangkok, shack up on touristy streets, shave their heads, dress up in saffron robes, and wander through the streets pretending like they are monks to deceive unknowing tourists. We were shocked. We later saw this warning sign posted in our guesthouse:
We randomly ran into our Vermont friend, Justin, on Khao San Road and spent the rest of the night together playing Shithead and slurping 2-4-1 buckets of Vodka Redbull.
While we were sitting at the bar, we saw these hamsauced nutheads running around - one of them wearing a clown mask and the other dressed as Osama Bin Ladin with a traditional Hmong village hat....
They were so absurd I asked them to pose for a picture...
A cool nightshot of Justin and Erik munching on a midnight snack (banana/nutella pancakes) with a tuk tuk zooming past:
3 days later, we hopped another $50 Airasia flight from Bangkok down to Phuket and immediately hopped a speedboat from there to Ko Phi Phi. Bored underdeck, we started messing with the controls on our camera and low-and-behold, discovered the color-swap mode:
Our 4 days on Ko Phi Phi were amazing, but since we went to Ko Phi Phi twice (once by ourselves, and second time with brian and ryan), we'll go into it in detail in our next blog entry.While we were in Ko Phi Phi, we received an email from our British buddies Ben and Emma, saying that they were in Krabi with our entire Laos travel crew (Kathy, Jake, Allison, and Kevin). So we hopped a boat to Railey beach and scrambled through the jungle over to the wallet-friendly backpacker area known as Tonsai Beach:
The sheer cliffs rising over the beaches attract large groups of rock climbers:
Here's a funky color-select photo we took of the orange bungalows that we stayed in:
Emma, Ben, Allison, and Kathy lounging on Tonsai beach:
The chicas on Railey beach:
Everyday at around 3pm we were hit with an intense hour-long downpour. Here's two of the guys wrapping up a game of water volleyball minutes before the clouds let loose.
Here's a picture of the dudes drinking beer and mekong whisky buckets on the beach. Just after this, drunken creativity inspired the four of them to line up hip to hip on the beach, revealed their pasty full moons and instruct the girls to close their eyes and squeeze each glowing white buttcheek to determine which booty belonged to their respective partner. Unfortunately, since I had my eyes closed, I didn't realize that the men actually had their backs turned and their bottoms presented to us, and so I mistakenly reached around and squeezed what I thought was going to be cheek, only to realize to my horror that it was Kevin's nutty buddies. yOWW!
That night we set up a bunch of chairs on Ben and Emma's big porch and made up our own goofy twister drinking game. "Allison" "Lips" "Nuzzle" "Foot" "Jake".
Saying goodbye as we go our separate ways. *sniff*
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