Thai Rhapsody. third song
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I didn't sleep well at night. At first, I got tired of the fan blowing right at me. I got up and turned it off. Just then a mosquito flew in. And I naively believed that a liquid fumigator brought from home saves us from mosquitoes. And figs to you! There was a net over the bed, but it was too lazy to straighten it. She covered her head. At three in the morning a rooster crowed somewhere nearby. Then the mosque woke up. Singing along to her, monkeys hooted somewhere. Then the second cocks. I didn't wait for the third one. Got up. Wadik, waking up, asked: “What, did Verka make her way to us? ” She lay back. Did the jet lag catch up with me late?
Today I have planned a trip to one of the islands. According to the reviews, it turned out that Fr. Poda is the funniest of the three (Poda, Chicken, Tub). Of course, I would like to visit everything, but it turns out to be expensive. In addition to the 300 baht round-trip fare, you also need to pay a 400 baht drop-off fee. Total 700 per person. And the tour of 4 islands, according to reviews, is about nothing. Yourself, yourself, yourself!
We came to the embankment at five minutes to eight. The box office was still closed. Sat down to wait. A man in a blue T-shirt with the inscription “Staff” came up and asked where we were going. I said. Departed. The cash registers have opened. The cashier honestly warned that on the island you would still have to pay for the entrance, and that you had to wait until at least 6 people had gathered. Well, I know!
Near the ticket office, the aunt was selling some food. We bought two plastic bowls with rice and some strange garbage for 50 baht. We decided that this was enough for three. We also had large mangoes with us. And water, of course.
People came, boats set sail. And where are they all going? Verka, unable to stand it, went to a shop where longtail caps were hanging around, in T-shirts with numbers identical to those of the boats. But they sent her back to wait.
We had to wait an hour and a half. Sharpened, waiting, one of the basins. They could not identify the incomprehensible garbage. Or scraps of eggs, or something else. But quite satisfying.
Finally, the boat was equipped with a sufficient number of passengers. And we swam.
It was calm, thank God! The sky is relatively clear. Poda Island can be seen well from Ao Nang Beach.
Sailed. Hey, cuteness! There are few people. The sand is white, the sea is shallow. Verkin paradise.
“On the sea sand, I met Marusya... ”
After swimming and taking pictures, we left, as usual, Verka sunbathing under the liquid fir trees and guarding junk, while we ourselves, armed with a camera and a telephone, went to the right. On the map, I saw some kind of "secret lagoon" in that direction. If you believe this very map, there was nothing before it - 300 meters. We decided to try to get there along the rocky coast, and if we didn’t succeed, return, leave the equipment and go there by swimming.
Stones on the shore are sharp. We walked on the water, stepping on sandy areas. When we had already moved quite far, it was not at all comme il faut to go - there were less and less islands of sand. And I was too lazy to go back. Then Vadik got ashore and hid the camera with the phone between the stones. Then we sailed. I don’t know what kind of 300 meters there are? Here is the rock. Probably, there will already be a lagoon behind it. Balalaika! Another rock. And another one. This one stood apart, and we swam between it and another rock on the shore. Waves beat, reflected first from one, then from the other. Under the rock, the sea was a freaking beautiful color. It reminded me of one place in the Crimea, beyond the New World and Karaul-Oboi. There are also rocks in the water. It is called in the common people "Three drunken monks. " Ah, Crimea, Crimea!
The beach finally appeared around the corner. But it's still decent to swim to it. And I panicked and began to shout to Vadik, who had sailed ahead, that he needed to return. He didn't want to. Okay, let's swim. Here is the coast. Absolutely deserted. The beach is small. Two birds of decent size with a white belly and black wings (or vice versa) were circling and yelling in the sky. In the water, a flock of striped yellow-bellies (or yellow-bellied minke whales) surrounded me, trying to bite off a piece of loin. Shit you! Go away you nasty ones!
Looking back, I already closed my eyes. Beauties! The entrance to the bay was covered by a rock. And there is nothing to photograph! Fools! It was possible to shove a phone or a fotik under a hat a la “Semyon Semenych” and swim in this way.
It seemed to me that on the map I saw some other lagoon lake in the depths of the island. Or is it not here I saw? The sclerosis is getting stronger. But just in case, we walked a couple of meters along the path inland. She did not take us anywhere, and we swam back. No one stole the camera with the phone. And not smart. Mooring there is problematic. And there were no other idiots wandering among the sharp stones. I was still afraid of the tide. But it didn't come.
We were absent for two hours. Verka endured it stoically and didn't say a word to us. Finished the second bowl of rice. Where would you put the trash? Everywhere it says to take with you. Here's another! What is this money paid for? Vpadlu, or what, they take out the garbage? Behind the guard's booth, I noticed bags of construction debris and, furtively glancing in the direction of the security guard (or rescue cashier) sitting with his back to me, I attached my trash can to his bag. The cashier-rescue-guard didn't even look back. TV was watching, it seems.
There is still time, but you need to have time to visit the other end of the beach. And it wouldn't hurt to snort a little.
We went along the path leading deep into the island to the other side, cutting off the corner.
The Chinese we met asked where the toilet was. I told them: "Everywhere! ".
I read that someone around here found both pineapples and wild mangoes. Where? What? Found only some obscure gizmos.
Before reaching the edge of the beach, the path turned to the sea. Verka refused to go all the way. We took our mangoes and went to see what was there. And there was pandemonium!
Apparently, organized groups were brought there, and unorganized - for a small cape, where we swam. There was also a catering facility. Eating a mango on the way turned out to be a so-so idea. We managed to get juice up to our ears, you can’t throw a skin and a bone. Vadik ate it right with the skin on. Then I found a place to throw away the pits and skin from my mango. There were garbage bags near the organized food point.
After washing off the juice, we went to look at a landmark not visible from our region - a blockhead rock sticking out of the water. Having reached the edge and taking a picture of it, they returned.
We told Verka how beautiful it was there and offered to go see it. Go bullshit! Really! Refused. Then we went snorkeling. We even saw something. A couple of tridacnids, nemo fish in their algae, some live corals. Not Egypt. And the farther from the coast, the water, for some reason, muddier. Weird, weird! But then I saw a horned shell, and Vadik pulled it out from the bottom. I would have got it myself, there are only 2 meters, no more, but I don’t like to dive - my ass pulls to the surface.
Having taken a picture of the sink, put it where it grew.
Soon, our boat sailed behind us with the rest of the passengers who landed on about. Tube. They sailed away not without regret. Great island. But before the Bounty, nevertheless, does not hold out. Don't get palms on the bank!
And it was raining in the sea. We didn't hit it, but the sand on Ao Nang was wet.
Do you see the rain?
It was not yet 4 pm when we landed. Beer, therefore, is not yet for sale. We came home, changed clothes and went back to the embankment to meet the sunset. Verka, as usual, remained.
We bought beer on the way. The sunset was good. Will pull with beer. Sam-vosem points.
For dinner, like yesterday, they drank pina colada. Some sang-som (local rum), some coconut milk from a bag, the rest is pineapple juice.
I noticed that the light of my eyes periodically smears itself on the right side. She asked, what is it? Stay away, he says. This alarmed me. And I didn't stop until he showed me. Bliiiin! Why was he silent?!
The thing is that two months before the trip there was a nuisance. Vadik got an inguinal hernia. Carrying a heavy boat, apparently, had an effect. We're fishermen, you know! We decided that we needed surgery. I read on the Internet that in 2 months everything will be ok. The doctor assured that even earlier.
We did a laparoscopy. They inserted a mesh so that the intestines did not fall out. And everything seemed to be fine. Up to this day. However, Vadik said that he got out two days before the trip. As usual, before the holidays you need to tighten the tails, so the work was overwhelming, and he did not find time to go to the doctor. And he didn't tell me not to upset me. And what would that change? It would change, I say. At least I wouldn't have made you carry both backpacks when I checked into the hotel. They are, of course, light, but together they weigh 12-13 kilograms. Yes, and I would not let you go up the mountain. Ohohohonyushki!
How I freaked out! On Vadik, on the scythe-armed kherurge, on an evil fate. Resplendent, it was, with crystal clearness, karma, again clouded and turned black. There were no words. Only mats.
At night, I hear how Vadik went to the bathroom, and then began to stir something, after which he again ran back. I hear that he is not vomiting like a child. I got cold inside. When he returned, he said that he had peed on his booty, after which he decided to eat a spoonful of dry wormwood (this is our super remedy for all intestinal troubles). But she did not go, and therefore vomiting. Oh, my God, not one, so another! What caused it, I wonder? And then I remembered that I didn’t bother to wash the mango, and Vadik ate it right with the skin on. And for some reason, I had a pina colada across my throat. Maybe she gave hers? Xs.
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