Blacked Out
Over the last two days on Koh Samui, they've been experiencing rolling blackouts in order to conserve power, and thus I've been timorous to post in case the power shuts off before I've saved a lengthy essay. Now there's too much to write about. I'll attempt to do this episodic, and I'll have pictures up tonight--- or by the time you wake up in the U.S.
Stupid Little Island
Two days ago, Bryson and I decided to switch beaches. We settled upon Choeng Mon, which, according to Rough Guides, encompassed a small, spectacular bay with plenty of nearby rocky coves to explore. The place was indeed beautiful, like something out of The Beach. Our hut was set back from the beach and fifty percent more expensive, but the owner provided us with towels, postcards and bottles of water, as well as toilet paper and little soaps. Room goodies are unheard of when it comes to Thai budget accommodation.
Back on the beach we rented snorkels. We had pondered purchasing them, but they seemed shoddy and would have been a bitch to tote around. To the right was a windy little island, a thicket of trees and boulders, and we decided to swim there and explore it.
Yet the stretch of water between the mainland and the island was never more than knee deep, and so we waded the whole way. Unfortunately it wasn't smooth going. The ocean floor was cobblestoned with rocks of various levels of evilness, and we kept our flip flops on the whole way. Although it had seemed a snorkeling paradise back on the beach, the island and everything around it was so damn rocky it took ages to reach water that was deep enough to snorkel in. And when we did reach it, the visibility was so bad I couldn't see Bryson's foot until it kicked me in the nose. After about three minutes I skinned my fifth piggy on a rock. Then I started thinking about blood. Then I started thinking, it's so murky here, I wouldn't even see a shark until it chomped into my side. Then I turned and swam back to shore.
There weren't any fish, anyway.
Over the last two days on Koh Samui, they've been experiencing rolling blackouts in order to conserve power, and thus I've been timorous to post in case the power shuts off before I've saved a lengthy essay. Now there's too much to write about. I'll attempt to do this episodic, and I'll have pictures up tonight--- or by the time you wake up in the U.S.
Stupid Little Island
Two days ago, Bryson and I decided to switch beaches. We settled upon Choeng Mon, which, according to Rough Guides, encompassed a small, spectacular bay with plenty of nearby rocky coves to explore. The place was indeed beautiful, like something out of The Beach. Our hut was set back from the beach and fifty percent more expensive, but the owner provided us with towels, postcards and bottles of water, as well as toilet paper and little soaps. Room goodies are unheard of when it comes to Thai budget accommodation.
Back on the beach we rented snorkels. We had pondered purchasing them, but they seemed shoddy and would have been a bitch to tote around. To the right was a windy little island, a thicket of trees and boulders, and we decided to swim there and explore it.
Yet the stretch of water between the mainland and the island was never more than knee deep, and so we waded the whole way. Unfortunately it wasn't smooth going. The ocean floor was cobblestoned with rocks of various levels of evilness, and we kept our flip flops on the whole way. Although it had seemed a snorkeling paradise back on the beach, the island and everything around it was so damn rocky it took ages to reach water that was deep enough to snorkel in. And when we did reach it, the visibility was so bad I couldn't see Bryson's foot until it kicked me in the nose. After about three minutes I skinned my fifth piggy on a rock. Then I started thinking about blood. Then I started thinking, it's so murky here, I wouldn't even see a shark until it chomped into my side. Then I turned and swam back to shore.
There weren't any fish, anyway.
posted by Kirsten Hubbard at 1:39 AM
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