Sunday, Jan. 30
Limestone cliffs, still turquoise water and white beaches summarize the Phi Phi Islands (pronounced pee-pee).
The Phi Phi cluster is located on Thailand’s west coast in the Krabi province.
Yesterday, Matt and I arrived on Phi Phi Don.
It’s the largest of the six islands and is the only one with permanent inhabitants.
(It’s advertised as a “quick, 45-minute” ferry ride from Phuket, but in actuality, it’s nearly two hours.)
In 2004, Phi Phi Don was wiped out by the Indian Ocean Tsunami. It’s now nearly completely rebuilt.
(Our hotel is located on the Tsunami Evacuation Route. I’m not sure if that’s comforting or terrifying.)
There are no cars on the island, only bicyclists who yell, “beep, beep.”
The village is incredibly tiny. Weaving through the clothing shops, kiosks and food vendors, you can make it from one side to the other in less than 10 minutes.
The most difficult part is navigating through the hoards of North Americans and Australians who are searching for the best party.
The beaches are littered with long wooden boats, whose captains are either dodging snorkelers or trying to sell day trips to tourists.
Yesterday we explored the island with Hayley and Kevin, our friends from England. And we broke the golden rule: never eat seafood.
Today we’re feeling pretty rough.
But it might also have something to do with the copious amounts of red wine we drank last night, which influenced us to have our feet sucked by hundreds of tiny fish called Doctor Fish.
We also found ourselves in a bar where tourists are allowed to challenge each other in a Muay Thai boxing ring.
(I think it’s fair to assume that 99 per cent of the fights are the after effects of the local drink – an alcoholic concoction served in a beach bucket.)
When in Thailand.