Thai Rhapsody. Song six. Boring again
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So, we have already served half of the term here. And we haven't seen anything yet! Initially, the plans were extensive: Phi Phi for a night or two, and to drive to Lanta. Then I dismissed it for lack of time. I decided to limit myself to a couple of nights on the Railay. But the realities were such that it was absolutely not worth it to twitch somewhere with junk. Let's go and see, okay. But not today. Sunday, anyway. The people, I suppose, will come in large numbers! Let's put it off until Monday.
And today it was decided to try again to enjoy the beach of the Centara Hotel. We walked along the beach along the path, past the steep coastal hotels.
Not bad here, I guess. But our bungalows are good too!
There were still no monkeys on the trail. The sea was calm and deep. Cleaner than Ao Nang.
Despite the “guests only” sign, we freely entered the territory to look and take pictures. Well, nothing like that.
We lay down in the shade of a tree. It wasn't hot at all though. The contingent of the hotel… Guess at once. I can’t say that it’s 100%, but there are a lot of Russian speakers. And, as it seemed to me, not even Russians, but ours, southeastern. Well, or the people of Kiev. Their speech is no different from ours. Although Rostovites-Taganrogians also talk. We wanted to walk along the pontoon with Vadik to the end, take a picture of the rock, but the guard drove us away.
Sitting on the beach is boring. I can't stand it for long. I swam, talked on the forum (wi-fi perfectly finishes to the beach). By the way, on Ao Nang you can also catch it from the Ao Nang Villa Hotel. Found a big shell. But smelly. Vadik washed it and wanted to take it with him. And I doubted whether they can be taken out. I began to look for an answer on the Internet and found an article about how two girls were put in prison for 4 years and released for some absolutely unimaginable money. And the mistress of the hotel handed them over to the police. And we have a few shells lying on the nightstand. Maybe, well, him? Let's throw it away. But Vadik flatly refused. We have a magical invisible basin! Let's bring some shells somehow.
The weather began to deteriorate again. Yes, what is it! We decided to get out. On the trail we were again overtaken by rain. Some curse of the monkey trail! Or maybe the swimsuit left to dry on the veranda is to blame?
We had waterproof bags for money and phones. Yes, and the backpack was once waterproof. But after a few washes, it lost its water-repellent properties. Bags of 3 and 5 liters were sold in shops, but we didn’t buy them - we don’t have room for them in our luggage. Let's manage.
After resting at home, as usual, the two of us went for a walk. Here is a bar with colorful bras hanging from the ceiling:
And this is a green street:
And around the corner from Mama Masha we found a food center:
We decided to have dinner there sometime. We sat on the steps of Mama Masha and drank beer.
While we were sitting, we watched the picture: a couple came out of the pharmacy with two sprays - one, apparently, from the sun, the other - from insects. They splashed them from head to toe, first with one, then with the other. Oh my God! There are no insects here! We have many times more mosquitoes in Melekino, even in broad daylight. Here at sunset it happens a little, not particularly bloodthirsty. I didn't even have pimples from them, only red dots. And from the sun why splash so much? Covering your shoulders and head is enough. The vertical sun does not tan. If only to lie on the beach. Poor skin! How much filth she had to absorb! You yourself will die before some unfortunate mosquito.
Under the massage parlor, as usual, there were young girls sitting on their heels, one more beautiful than the other, beckoning to her: “Tsigel, tsigel, ah-lulu! ". Oh, they don't do massages there! Although…
Under Indian restaurants barkers looked approvingly at Vadya's shirt, bought in Goa, decorated with some of their secret writings, probably in Sanskrit.
On the embankment, as usual, at that time there was a crowd waiting for the kyn about the sunset. We walked a little along the beach. We ran into a stinky river, of which there are at least three on Ao Nang.
It's not pleasant. Our hotel has direct sewage. Everything goes straight to the rivers, and then to the sea. But I'm wondering how this issue is solved in large hotels, which are growing by leaps and bounds? In the same way? Oh-she-she!
Sit together with everyone. The sunset promised nothing interesting.
And we began to leave. We crossed the road, stared at the goods in the shops and wanted to move to our place, but I accidentally looked back! Wow!
We almost missed it. All the fun begins after the sun has set. The colors are constantly changing. Golimenkaya equipment, however, does not convey all the beauty.
I decided to try fried ice cream:
I don't like ice cream, but it's interesting! Chose with almonds. Well, ice cream. 80 baht does not pull.
We bought pseudo-beef kebabs and pizza with seafood (a couple of shrimp and a lot of crab sticks) at the market near the mosque for 99 baht.
They brought food home, set the table. Verka came, too lazy to carry her plastic chair 10 meters away, and sat down on the steps. We listened to the music, entertaining the neighbors, ate and drank.
Life has become a day shorter. Roma is not. Goodnight!
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