Thai Rhapsody. Song Five
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When I got up in the morning, I discovered that the weather was somehow not very good.
So what to do? Frostbite and send Vadik for negotiations? To say that no one ordered a taxi? It doesn't work out well. However, the forecast showed that the probability of rain is quite low, if it comes, then after lunch.
The taxi driver showed up at a quarter to seven. I went out and said that it was still early. 5 minutes. He, sitting down at a table in the clearing, said that I should not worry, he would wait. Go. The driver asked what we were going to do there? I said I'm going to Dragon Cross. He brought us to the beginning of the trail. The guys went back, on the way to the beach, and I, having signed up in the lifeguard journal, moved onto the path. It was 7.25. Although the sign said opening hours from 8.00, no one told me anything about this. A couple of local teenagers came across to me. And then some local groups. And who cares about the opening hours of the national park?
The path was so-so. Roots and stones.
In especially difficult places, wooden steps with railings were made.
There were signs everywhere forbidding painting the railings. Around the signs, the railings were full of multilingual inscriptions "Kisa and Osya were here. " But Kittens with Axes met me quite rarely, and entirely of Asian appearance. I was alone in the jungle. Ah, no! The turtle was still there.
Unfamiliar sounds were heard. My generation must remember the Polish (or maybe French) film The Conjuring of the Valley of the Serpents. There, in particularly tense places, there was one sound - a rattling sound. It seems to me that the authors tried to reproduce the "voice of the jungle". This is approximately the sound that haunted me - it reminded me a bit of the sound of a grinder. True, not as disturbing as in the movie. I do not know who produced it - a bird or an insect.
How long, how short, but I got to the top.
There is a stone here, hanging over the abyss, on which everyone takes spectacular pictures. And there is no one to even take a picture of me! But the stone still turned out to be fenced with a thorn with a corresponding sign.
Here it is, a pebble. But without me : ((
At the observation deck, flies clung to me, but they are so biting! I almost fell into the abyss, trying to drive them away. Useless! There is a reliable tourist way to get rid of flies - leave a bunch. You leave, and the flies stay with her. But I didn't want to. I managed to soak one. The rest had to flee.
Having captured all the beauty, she went back. Maps Me showed some branches from the main track. I turned to the first one. There, according to the sign, there should have been plants that collected water.
But I didn't find anything like that. Just a fenced-in pool of water and a sign that, in my goblin translation, read: “Don't throw coins into a pool in the hope that your life will get better! Fig you! ".
Only lost time. The next branch led me to the "waterfall". He was a meter and a half high. And did not even pull on the shower. A group of Europeans crowded here. They (Europeans), by the way, have already reached out, slowly, towards. They sleep for a long time.
Already almost downstairs, a couple was walking towards me, older than Vadik and me. The man asked me, “French? ". I shook my head negatively. "English? ". Indefinite nod. “Its easy? "- asks. I, not immediately realizing that "easy" is "easy", nodded. And then she added to the relaxed, it was, a couple - “fo mi - easy, bat pho you maby know! ". Reassured, in short.
And even lower, I saw what I feared. My two companions are rowing. Already down. “What are you? "- yell. “Who allowed it? ". Vadik said that they did not like the beach, and they decided to climb a little, and reached the first observation deck. Why didn't you like this beach? I read that he will be prettier than Ao Nang. Verka already wanted to go home immediately, but I wanted to form my opinion about the beach. Having a snack in the gazebo, we went to the beach, checking in the book. The ascent and descent took me 4 hours, as my predecessors wrote.
The beach was not bad at all.
Only it was spoiled by the low tide that had already begun, and, well, construction. A cool hotel on the shore was either built or repaired.
After swimming, we began to look for something we could use to leave. Verka said that she had seen that car over there with green license plates had just dropped off people with packages. Looking at “that car”, which turned out to be a hefty Japanese six-seat jeep, I said that even if it’s a taxi, then, apparently, it’s not for us, but for some VIPs. But no! The men lying on the bench, who turned out to be the drivers of this miracle taxi, after a short bargain, agreed to take us to Ao Nang for 450 baht. Wow, funny! Ride in a songteo tarantass, tuk-tuk or in a cool car with a conder - and all for one price! Their pricing is strange though!
The sunset today was a test! Nine, perhaps.
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