oh yeah, waaaaay too much time out in the sun the last 2 days. Claire was off diving and I got up and took a longboat out to Railay beach for the day. On the boat were 2 families travelling together from Sweden, they were great to hang out with- love the Leafs because of Mats Sundin! We were on the main beach for a bit and I pulled a Nelu by getting beached on some very sharp rocks and cutting the bottom of my foot and hand (Claire told me later it looks like a minor flesh wound, but I beg to differ!). I clawed my way back to the beach where the roaming masseuse lady told me that I should get a foot massage to fix my bloody foot...my Swedish friends were a bit more practical by handing me a clean napkin and a bandaid! No worries, I'm all fine now...between the bites from the jungle trek, the cuts and bruises from the rock climbing, and my newest debauchary, I'm a walking war wound....and I wear it all with pride!
Me, Peter and Mans (with 2 little dots above the a so it sounds like "Mooons", as he explained) explored the rest of the beach, got lost for a bit, then found the hold grail...I think it's called Phranag beach and Mans told me it was voted the 2nd best beach in the world (#1 in my books though!). It was absolutely stunning (the kind with the big huge rock mountains jutting out of the sea) and I spent the rest of the afternoon there, there were some really cool caves to swim in and bbq chicken on a stick...and I got that foot massage afterall!
When I made it back to the hotel, Claire and I enjoyed a round of making fun of each other for our sun exploits, I'm looking more like burnt toast and she's as red as a lobster...I guess we can just ask to enjoy it while we can :)
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