With a little Cipro Whit was back to 110%, yet arriving on a sprawling beach that is mostly a serious of sandy restaurants & cabanas in nothing less than paradise didn't hurt.
Checked into our cabana and walked 20 yards to the beach for a stroll the first day. As the sun set we found a place barbecuing fish that was swimming that afternoon. I pointed at the red snapper, but Whit ordered the tuna. Upon seeing the woman grab the tail of a 4 foot fish from beneath the ice and whack at it with a cleaver to cut off 1/2 pound fillets, I had to change my order. Fantastic fish at a table in the sand with the lights around the beach reflecting from the silky water - it was perfect. After dinner we went for Thai "foot massages", they're an hour long include your full legs & some pressure points in your shoulders for about five bucks.
The last two days have continued on par. Met up with an English couple we flew in with from Bangkok, tanned (in Whitney's case) or burned (in my case). A little jet-skiing, a massage a day, great food, and fun shopping - bargaining is practically a sport here. "Cheap Cheap" "Good for you, good for me" "Give me best price"
After our full body afternoon Thai massage today (on the beach, looking over the water), a down-pour settled in - which couldn't dampen our spirits if it wanted to.
Tomorrow we have to decide between tanning, private guide around the island, or kayaking the lagoon where "The Beach" was filmed. These are problems one likes to have.
We're working on our Thai, getting a kick out the Heinz ketchup label in Thai, and appreciating that even in this town where any excuse for a party is executed there is not a single reference to the 4th of July - in other words appreciating that we are on the opposite side of the world, lucky enough to see things that very few Americans ever do.
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