Bikini ready!

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Day 4

Time to leave Bangkok and head down south to Railay beach. We checked out of the Muse hotel, which was a great hotel apart from the possible homicide or kidnapping that illedgedlly didnt happen on our floor. It was time to put on our bathing suits and soak up some sun.

Bus to airport

Small Plane (with the help of some anxiety meds) to Krabi

Bus from Krabi to Ao Nang Peir

Long tail boat to West Railay beach

The boat dropped us in the middle of the ocean (thigh deep) so after a wet walk/swim to shore we had arrived.

With half the day still remaining we quickly checked into our room and ventured off to explore what Kemper thought was an island. We took a quick 10 minute walk through the jungle to get over to East Railay beach. Along the way we ran into a beautiful family of monkeys. They were large and grey with what looked like a white mustash and white eyeshadow. Kemper and the pack leader made eye contact and it was game over for her. He was clocking her. After nerviously walking through the wild monkey pack we made it to the East side. It was dead and a bit more rundown then the west. The swampy mangrove ocean didn't look as nice as our side of the "island".

We grabbed lunch at a fantastic ocean front spot in West Railay. The cocktails (some refreshing gin spritzers) were flowing and we were enjoying our American priced lunch. Lunch was followed by an afternoon swim and Chang beer.

That night we sat on the beach and watched the sunset. I was incredable. There were also a few rum and cokes involved in this magical moment. We meet a lovely British couple who we convinced to go to East Railay to watch a Thai fight.

We arrived a little early for the fight, so the couple broke off to have dinner and we found ourselves wandering into a bar pumping the sounds of Reggae. Perfect! We took off our shoes, although Kemper tried to carry her shoes upstairs into the bar with her but the guy running the joint was not having that, and found a cozy spot on the floor. We ordered 2 rum and cokes and 2 bottled waters. The guy looked at us like we were crazy and said "no water." It was as if he was pissed we would even dare order such a thing. So we politely nodded and accepted our fate.

As we patiently awaited our rum and cokes (no water), we glanced around at the other patrons. Everyone seemed very relaxed and Almost asleep. Kemper felt right at home. Until we realized we were at a smoking bar-- these guys weren't sleepy from a long day of travel, they were all stoned and tripping on something. And then our drinks arrived. Lindsay took a sip of her rum and coke and said it tasted funny. Maybe it was the trail mix we brought with us to snack on that made it taste funny. So Kemper took a sip. Yep. They were trying to drug us. It had a chemically taste to it. But did it? We both took another sip. We debated whether to drink on or move on. One more sip. We decided to be safe and move on. Now both of us have a tendency to be slightly paranoid. So whether or not those drinks were actually drugged... Who knows. But we were not about to be taken out by some deet in a rum and coke. No sir.

Next stop, a Moroccan looking den two doors down from the stoner bar. We were really feeling this place. We got comfortable on two cushions around a candle lite table and ordered two margaritas. It just made sense after having gin, beer, and rum that the obvious next choice would be tequila. Our new British friends, Greg and Kate met us for another margarita before the big Thai fight.

Greg and Kate had us laughing and enjoying the night. We were in the midst of conversation when kemper abruptly stood up and ran outside. She had spotted three young guys in what most people would call skimpy underwear. She liked what She saw and went after it. The guys informed her of an ABC (anything but clothes) party that was happening at the last bar. Our night was about to get exciting.

The Thai flight was packed. Everyone was there to see a local Krabi boxer and an Irish guy throw down. There was standing room only so we squeezed into the only open space that happened to be front row next to the bartender who tried to drug us earlier that evening. Lindsay and the bartender started chatting it up. He was actually training the married Irish fighter that Kemper had her eyes on. Don't worry everyone this isn't how #34 goes down. Lindsay doesn't make out with the local toothless rapist and Kemper doesn't become a home wrecker. Instead we venture on to the ABC party down the way.

We arrive to an open air bar where clothes are anything but excessive. Guys and girls wiped neon glow in the dark war paint across their bodies and were extremely creative with the object they covered themselves with. A few scraps of paper and a string was concidered an outfit. We saw bikinis made out of shells, stickers, plastic bottles, yoga mats, magazines, etc. You name it we saw it. But we might have looked the craziest of all the party goers. It must have been the hours of drinking and the liquid coutrage that gave us the balls to roll into this party completely clothed. But we know how to stand out in a crowd. There was dancing, more rum and cokes, and many new friends.

Kemper chatted it up with a tall handsome Canadian guy, while Lindsay trying to escape the bartender with the roofies, ended up talking to the Canadian's shorter gayer friend from Singapore. it was game over for the Canadian once Kemper caught wind of his ripe smell. So we moved onto fresh faces to party with. We meet a fun couple, Loyd and Amy, from LA. Another round of rum and cokes and we were on our way.

Day 5

We aren't sure if this is a Thailand thing or just a coincidence but at both our hotels so far, the bathrooms have been totally visible from the bedroom. next to the bed there is a window that looks into the bathroom. Theoretically its a possible sexy idea for a romantic couple to watch each other shower. Realistically, not ideal for two people who have completely different bathroom issues. This morning we stumbled into another reason the bathrooms should be private. Without fail 6am rolls around and lindsay wakes up ready for the day. She rolls over and see Kemper's ass pirched up into the air as she dry heaves into the toilet. Well good morning to you too. Pants have definitely been optional on this trip so it wasn't that shocking of a view just unfortunate that Kemper wasn't doing well. Lindsay decided to head out to breakfast on the beach solo but offered to get Kemper some ginger ale on her way back. 10 mins later there was a frantic knock on the door. As Kemper opened the door a green ginger ale-less Lindsay pushed her way in.. "I'm not doing well". Needless to say we had a slow start to the day.

This was going to be the perfect day for Beach buming on one of most gorgous beaches in the world. We walked about 10 feet down the beach before someone offered us a massage. Oh yes that is exactly what we needed. We opted for a foot scrub and massage. The rest of the day included swimming, sun bathing, and eating. We could really get used to this.

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Comments

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Bikini ready
So far, things are going great for you girls! No really terrible times. A few sickly moments but mostly FUN.....no shoes, no clothes dancing...hope that doesn't include OLD people. I am living every day with you so keep the fun times rolling and I have fun, too. Love, G

[Mama Sandi]

Bikini ready?
Scared me, I thought with that title you went to a Thai threading salon or something! Ok then, sounds like it was an eventful couple days! Nothing like some hot, smelly, toothless guys to impress the CA girls. Good call, so glad you ladies followed your gut instincts at that bar....stay aware! So, how many massages is that....are you counting?