As if our travel day had not been long enough, we still had over three hours to kill before the ferry would be departing to Koh Tao. While we did our best to sleep at the decrepit ferry terminal, it was really difficult as there were backpackers/travelers laying everywhere and cockroaches running around like they were thoroughbreds at the Kentucky Derby. Alas, I passed the hours talking to Captain America about his time as a fisherman in Alaska. With the amount of pills he had popped that night though there was a good chance he didn't remember a word he said to me and I wasn't even sure how the hell he was still conscious.
Boarding the ferry was a great feeling as it was the home stretch before we made it back to Koh Tao. Our reason for returning was that Colleen really, really, really wanted to do some more diving before we left and she had a minor love affair with the island. Better an island than another man I suppose. Colleen had also gotten wind that one of her friends from Kamloops, Ashley, would probably be on the island at the same time as us. Well low and behold, who did she run into on the ferry? Hint: it wasn't Bilbo Baggins. I was also happy to see that our heavily medicated bus mates' valium had finally caught up with him and he was now unconscious in front of the bathroom door. While I found it entertaining, I am not too sure the people who had to use the shitter found it quite as enjoyable.
Knowing what to expect this time around as we disembarked from our three hour boat ride, the sight of hundreds of cabbies trying to coddle you into their vehicles at the pier was not as overwhelming as before. Unlike on our last visit, this time we were able to find our resort's shuttle driver who dropped us off at our new home for the next few days, Simple Life Resort. Since we couldn't check in yet, we headed out for some lunch before making our way over to Roctopus Dive to get Colleen registered for some scuba dives. As mentioned, I could not dive due to my ear problem that I had encountered, although I'm sure everyone there just probably thought I was too chicken shit (see: a little bitch!).
|Colleen's lovin' the digs!|
|I got my own urinal. Guess I can check that off my bucket list.|
With the diving reservations all sorted, we headed back to the hotel to check out our new digs. Unfortunately we didn't beat the pouring rain and by the time we made it to the hotel we were wetter than....(insert your own joke here). On a positive note, we had paid a little more than we were used to in Thailand for a room, but boy was it worth it. We had a huge room, an even bigger bathroom, and my favorite part, I had my own urinal! That's when you know you have arrived in life: you have your own urinal. Apparently the God of the Bathrooms felt it necessary for me to put the urinal to good use that afternoon after my multiple attempts at napping were rudely interrupted by my frequent urinations. I could have sworn I had a bladder infection, but I'm told such things are extremely rare in men.
To make up for spending our Valentine's Day in the back of a minivan the night before, Colleen and I went out to celebrate a day late. We hit up a lovely little joint called Portobello, and it was definitely the cheapest Valentine's dinner I had ever had. To eat at a "semi-fancy" restaurant with adult drinks included, our bill still only came to $25! And that is why we love you Thailand. After dinner we headed over to the slightly less romantic confines of Chopper's Bar and Grill. There we met up with our old buddy Prat for a bit, before he buggered off (some people have to work in the morning) and left Colleen and I on our own. Being the ever persuasive
she-devil woman that she is, Colleen convinced me that we
should head over to check out the ladyboy cabaret. I figured it couldn't hurt (as long as I
didn't get left alone) and the next thing I knew we were sitting on the front
row of a cabaret show with a bunch of dudes dressed in women's clothes. As I have mentioned in previous posts, some
of the ladyboys in Thailand are actually not that bad looking (all things
considered) and it is pretty easy to see how many a drunk tourists
"accidentally" end up taking home someone with a surprise package in
their pants. Having said that, many of
them are just straight up ugly, and have about as good chance of being
identified as a woman as Chyna from WWE.
We stuck it out at the cabaret show for a while, and lasted right to the
end of the show when they all popped their shirts off as part of the grand
finale. This was extra fascinating as
some of them had actual breast augmentation while others just simply strutted
around in padded bras and were as flat as a six-year old boy when the tops came
off. All of them appeared to
"tape" their junk (use your imagination)...that is unless they had some heavy duty surgery. I
wasn't about to ask.
|Ladies...or men...lookin' good!|
|Sweet dance moves.|
|Not sure who is photobombing who here.|
|Colleen and I with one of the surgically enhanced "ladies".|
|Colleen making new friends.|
On our way back to the hotel from the show, we encountered a group of young drunk males, and low and behold one of them was trying to pick up a ladyboy. At first the guy didn't realize what he was doing, and then all of a sudden he yelled, "those are dudes!!!". Classic. By this point I myself was pretty intoxicated and felt a visit to the Youtube sensation known as the "Pancake Man" was in order. Yes, even Thailand now has their own online stars. My drunkenness also led to me failing in the bushes outside our room as I attempted to go all stealth on some creature that was presumably hiding there and waiting to kill us. Whatever it was, it survived, and provided Colleen with a good laugh at my expense.
|The "Pancake Man" in action.|