Today is Isaac’s birthday. I'd like to think that I’ve had a knack for making this day very special for him ever since I met him (this is the 11th year I get to wish him happy birthday. How lucky am I?) This year, however, I had a tough time thinking what to get him.
Phuket scared me. I’m not a fan of overly-tourist destinations, nor of drunk backpackers and fake places that seem so devoid of culture that you could never guess in what country you really are. Every guide, blog and forum I’d read about Phuket hinted that it would be exactly the kind of place I could never really like.
For most, one of the many perks of traveling is trying amazing dishes from all over the world. Some people travel to sample cuisines so different from what they’re used to that it blows their mind. They yearn to understand the people of the places they visit by tasting what they eat. But what happens when you love traveling but you’re a picky eater like myself? How do you immerse in the culture if only the smell of their gastronomy makes you sick? How do you survive?
When we were living in California (and while we still had cable) there was a show we never misssed: Master Chef.
I’m kind of embarrassed to admit this, but also kinda not. Like my beloved Joey would say, “What’s not to like?”
1) Food. Good
2) Drama. Good.
3) Guaranteed tears on my face. Good.
4) Gordon Ramsey shouting at people. Goood.
I was eager to leave Tonsai behind. I ended up having a good time, yes, but I’ll admit relief washed over me as the longboat that was taking us to Koh Lanta sped away from its white beach. I was ready for a new destination, new views, and most of all: food as far away from Tonsai Tummy as I could get.
You know how they say that you should do something that scares you everyday? Well, today we did something that scared me as much as seeing the face from the exorcist when I close my eyes in the shower.
Tonsai held a promise. A promise of a laid back, barefoot, hippie, rock climbing, Bob Marley-esque paradise. It sounded perfect for our next destination after Krabi. We were heading to Railay because we wanted to try rock climbing, you know, on actual rocks for the first time.
Get ready because this is going to be a ranty post.
We were in Krabi for a week and saw several things that almost made me lose my patience. I kept storing them in the back of my mind, but as I was writing the posts from this amazing week, they kept popping up. So much so that I realized I had material for an entire post.
This is not a traveling-is-amazing-everything-is-perfect kind of post. So, if you’re looking for a light read and a list of amazing things to do in Krabi I suggest that you read this.
If you can handle some ugly truths, then read ahead.
One of the things I love most about traveling is the spontaneous, spur of the moment decisions you’re bound to make while on the road. The kind that make you change your plans, and force you to understand that it’s not only okay to do that, but sometimes necessary to make the most out of your days.
Up until three days before getting there, we hadn’t even heard about Krabi Town. One night in Singapore, though, a girl we met at our Airbnb told us that it was easier to fly from Singapore to Krabi than to Bangkok, and once there it was the perfect getaway to Thailand’s Southern Islands.
As a traveler, I find that not many things are as rewarding as being able to go deeper than the faux-facade places usually put up for tourists, to keep digging until we reach that gold-mine of authentic culture, people, and moments. There’s nothing quite like really getting the place that you’re in.