Sunday, January 4, 2015

Samui Calling - the Last and Final Part

Day 3: December 28th

On day 3, Pae and I were on the same page, but different books. Wait, what? We just wanted to spend the day by the pool with our books: him, Game of Thrones, and me, The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared. Wow, that's a long title. The book was a literal laugh-out-loud though!

By evening, when we had woken from hibernating through a storm, we were again in agreement for plans: that burger bar, Stacked, we had heard about so much since our arrival, and Central for Speculoos ice cream again. On the night walk back, I spontaneously decided to get heena (similar to henna) done on my hand by a Bangladeshi woman who had a lovely 6-year-old daughter. Then later, I gave Pae a pen tattoo of a kind, since one cannot experience things without one's other half experiencing too.

On the way, and looking sharp.

Great service, menu, and environment,
probably in that order. 

Pae's "Aristocrat" burger, containing foie gras, wagyu beef, and truffle butter, among other bourgeois ingredients
My fragrant "Nicely Stacked" cocktail featuring watermelon and cinnamon
And the chicken wings with Bourbon BBQ sauce was worth going off vegetarianism for a night. 

And oh, did I mention that fireworks exploded right outside our balcony a second after?

Day 4: December 29th
Last Day in Paradise

I woke up earlier on Day 4 and did some exercises by the private pool. Sort of my way of spending time with the view to say goodbye. We took it easy that morning before heading to the airport in the afternoon. Our flight was a bit delayed (and so was the baggage claim when we arrived), but that gave us a few more minutes to sweat in the tropical airport gate and have a few more slices of actually decent complementary pizza and cold beverages. After take off, Bangkok, and life as we know it, was back under our feet in no time.
Me: "Gym tomorrow?"
Pae: "Ok."

Samui's charming airport

The snack bar at our gate.

"And they all lived happily ever after."
- The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Samui Calling - Part 2

Day 2: December 27th

Meeting the Yingyoud Sisters

The tide was low and the skies were clear enough on day 2 to take a ferry to mainland (Nakhon Si Thammarat province) to visit Pae's fabulous Melbourne acquaintances, the Yingyoud sisters, on their turf. Despite what looked to us to be accommodating weather, we were still politely encouraged by concerned resort staff to enjoy the waves of their pools instead. "You're going to have to down a bottle of sea sickness meds if you're going out there today," advised our golf cart chauffeur as he bought us to the lobby where we'd catch a cab to the port. Quite confident in my own immunity to any form of motion sickness, I asked Pae if he had the same kind of confidence. He did. We were already on the boat when I asked.

On the other side, the Yingyoud sisters picked us up and drove us through winding roads and thickets to their restaurant, Krua Tangke. There, we had a filling "linner" (lunch/dinner) of Thai seafood dishes and banter - Pae vs. everyone else, to be specific.

Before catching the last ferry back to the island, we stopped by another Yingyoud establishment for cider, a bit of Thai dessert, last words and strong wind. When we managed to find transport back to our accommodations on the other side of the island - no easy task at night - we whipped out The Grand Budapest Hotel and what was still left over in our fridge from the "honeymoon special" of the day before. You'll see.

Tall-Dark-and-Handsome on the port.

A Telebubby

The Famous Butt

Check In

The Yingyouds facing adulthood.

The second joint.

"Happy Honeymoon" Blueberry White Choc Cake