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The last of my posts - I am not a blogger by nature. Because I am vehemently opposed to facebook I figured I had to do a shout out some other way...

Back in the Saddle Again, I mean Hong Kong

**This blog entry was writing progressively over the past couple days, I just haven’t had any way to post it so sorry for the references to the days. I’m just trying to catch up.

Well I spent both Saturday and Sunday enjoying waterfalls in the jungle and acquiring more and more mosquito bites despite my incessant application of REI’s not-so-effective “Jungle Juice”. Good thing I’m on those Malaria pills! Of all the cool things to see here, I have mostly enjoyed watching the people interact. When we were at a waterfall yesterday, there were Germans, Italians, Australians, Indians, and Englanders (or whatever you want to call them). I think if I were to come back, or do another adventurous trip like this again I would take a camera and just photograph the people.

We attempted to leave Samui on Sunday but the ferries were all booked so we headed back to our beloved hotel and stayed another night. Last night (Sunday night) there was a huge lightening storm on the island. Power went out for a while and I literally stayed up all night as a result of the flashes. Every now and then there would be a big boom. The thunder was spaced just perfectly so that right as your body and heart rate had just settled from the last one, another one would go off. The defibrillator effect. It was a long night, with very little sleep. However, I woke up this morning to a beautiful sunrise as well as another great rainbow – both celebratory of your birthday Mom! Yes, for those reading Mama Clark’s birthday was June 4th, wish her a late Happy Birthday. Just feel free to send Cindy Loo Hoo a text, she’s really good with technology. Or, you could just post something on her facebook wall if that’s easier for you.

We took the 7am ferry this morning (Monday) and drove to Phuket. I literally slept the entire way (Mom, I get that from you). Among Yale speeding through the roads as though it were a racecourse, topping at about 185 km/hr, I was passed out.

It was about 10 feet from the “Welcome to Phuket” sign that it started to downpour – further confirming our decision to stay on sunny Samui an extra couple days. It has been raining all day here. Phuket is far more built-up and touristy than Samui but fun to see it nonetheless. Our hotel here makes me miss Samui, but also makes me realize just how great it was there as well. Patong Beach has much more sand and actual waves but too many people. The tsunami hit Patong really hard and anything within two blocks of the beach was wiped out. It was interesting to see all of the building still taking place. There are now also numerous tsunami evacuation signs all along the beach. Scary.

We went out for dinner and I found a cute little man selling freshly grilled corn on the cob. It was dirt cheap (less than $1) especially in comparison to the prices of everything else. Phuket is far more expensive than Samui and especially than Bangkok. The tricks of tourism. I wasn’t falling for it though. I went with the corn peddler and was very happy. After, I went to McDonald’s for an ice cream cone. I thought I ordered vanilla with chocolate swirl but it happened to be coffee. So my trick to escape the tourist prices didn’t quite work as I bought another cone, this time raspberry. I ended up making friends and giving the coffee cone to a guy on the street.

When we got back to the hotel Pirates 3 was playing on TV – welcome to a country than can be entirely summed up in two words: Canal Street. Ok, maybe not the entire country, but a large majority of it! Later Yale and I watched Rush Hour 2 (we bought a pirated version in Bangkok) and had a good laugh. Right now I am sitting in the tiny Phuket airport waiting for our plane just people watching. I’ve managed to make great progress on my Book of Mormon reading on the trip and finished Mosiah today. My goal is to finish it by the time I take the GMAT, July 17. Signing off…

Mom – Happy Birthday!!!! I love you!

True Island Living

What a day. Yale and I have decided to stay here on this island instead of continuing south on the coast due to weather. Today we took a tour with about 20 others to Ang Thong National Marine Park, an archipelago consisting of 42 islands. The people on our tour were from everywhere imaginable…Italy, Germany, Ireland, Thailand, Japan, Canada, and even a couple from Brooklyn! Yesterday was kind of cloudy so I was praying for sunshine for the outdoor water day. Fished my wish! It was gorgeous! It was about an hour boat ride zipping across the emerald water to our first stop where we snorkeled for about an hour. The water was really shallow with tons of coral so you had to be careful. Don’t worry mom, you’re not missing anything, Belize was better.

After driving, or rather boating around more of the islands we stopped to see emerald lake – a mountainous lagoon where the water is unnaturally green. It was like Swiss Family Robinson climbing up, over, and through the jungle to get multiple views.

After the lake hike we were off to our own island where the staff made us a Thai lunch. It was remarkable – we were the only ones there on an absolutely beautiful island. We had a couple minutes to waste before lunch was prepared so Yale and I played coconut golf – the palm trees were our holes. Ummmm, yeah. I lost. We were then treated to fresh coconut milk – one of the staff scampered up a palm tree and picked the coconuts himself. I think I like coconut flavoring better…fresh coconut milk isn’t my favorite, but good for a picture.

Our next stop was another island – can’t remember the name, they all sound the same. We went kayaking for about an hour all around the island. Mom, you would have loved it. I had memories of when you kayaked in the crocodile lake in Belize. The water was beautiful and we explored rock crevasses and inlets. We were much better kayaking than canoeing! Back to the boat and on our way back. We were all sunburned and tired – it was a long ride back. Overall it was an amazing day and well worth the money for the tour. I just went next door for some aloe – yup, you could say I’m sunburned…

Butterfly kisses are better than elephant kisses

Thursday, as our introduction to the island, we took a jungle safari. We first started out canoeing down a dirty brown river. After discovering that I really don’t have any canoeing skills at all (I know, disappointing mom) we realized we did better with our backs to each other. That way, just in case, on the rare (ok not so rare) occasion that we got ourselves turned around, the other person was ready to paddle forward. This method was our most successful, but let’s just say we weren't the shining example of what to do.

After the canoeing we drove through the coconut plantations and up the hills to a waterfall. We hiked up to a beautiful jungle waterfall. (no idea what the name of it is) On the way down we found a swimming hole and took the liberty of cooling off. One of the highlights of the trip thus far. The water was the perfect temperature. The ocean here is a bit too warm to swim for a while. You only go in to be wet once you get out. The waterfall, however, was VERY refreshing and actually cool. We had a blast there.

The next part of the tour was the elephant trekking – Lower this was for you! We were strapped on to an elephant and toted around for about 30 minutes. Terribly uncomfortable! Elephants are not clean animals. After we had the elephant show. There was a baby elephant that did all sorts of tricks. One of the tricks was a thai massage. Yale and I were brought down to the front and got to experience the Thai massage for ourselves, elephant version. As I lied down on the ground I saw the man wipe the elephants trunk, cleaning it of all snot and whatever else is on those extended nostrils. I knew I was in for it. The baby elephant started to attack first my legs and then my face with its trunk. This little experience did not help my touch-phobia or my love for animals. It was hilarious though.

The rest of the afternoon I just kind of kicked it on the beach. It was cloudy and there were sparse large rain drops – it was so relaxing I even fell asleep. Who knew the beach in the rain could be so wonderful? By the evening it had cleared up and Yale and I went on the hunt for a dinner spot. Just down the beach we had a great Thai dinner on the sand. At dinner each table was given a ‘balloon’ or a flying lantern so send off. Kind of bizarre but at the same time it was really cool to see all the lanterns high in the sky looking like a new constellation.
Signing off for the day…enjoy the pictures.

Getting here...

So much to write! I am here in Ko Samui and experiencing true beauty – it is amazing here! We left Bangkok on Tuesday morning and drove away in our rental car. Well, away might not be the best word…we drove in circles for a while, making it only more difficult to adjust to the opposite driving standards. Needless to say, it took us a while to get out of Bangkok. It doesn’t help that there is no English translation on the signs. So as a result of intuition and luck we miraculously made it Rama VIII Bridge. Once we were out of Bangkok it was smooth sailing. With Tim Tams in hand, and counsciously reminding ourselves to drive on the wrong side of the road, we and our little Honda City were tearing through the roads. It was nice to Thailand outside of the dirty city. It was a beautiful drive. Early that evening we made it to our secluded hostel. What hostel has its own private beach?? This one! Since it is the off season, Yale and I were pretty much the only ones there. It was nice to have a change and have silence at night. It was very peaceful. Once our laundry was finished in the morning we hit the road again.

On the drive we even managed to drive to the Thailand/Myanmar border, a bit eerie. They wouldn't let us through - I have no idea why! This is me at the border crossing and they even let us go in a couple meters to take this picture. Right after the border crossing the road changes to dirt. It's a different, secret world past the checkpoint. A North Korea but no nuclear weapons.

We had read somewhere that our hostel was about 650 km away from our ferry connection and we had less than 6 hours before the last ferry. Yale drove like a madman – peaking at about 170 km. It wasn’t until we saw a sign (yes, in English!) for Surat Thani that we realized instead of being 650 km it was really more like 300 km. Whew! We made it to the ferry dock and after failing miserably with our attempted universal sign language (pointing and facial expressions) we decided to just follow the cars and line up. We only had to wait about an hour for the ferry and we were the last car on the 4pm ferry! Good thing our car is the size of a golf cart! The ferry ride was absolutely beautiful – islands and emerald water as far as the eye could see. Despite the view, I had other things consuming my time. Yes, I’m a nerd. See picture.

I drove after the ferry ride. Driving on this little island is absolutely insane. There are scooters buzzing about all around you like annoying nats in summer. No worries, I just passed them all. After driving through the touristy parts filled with people, lights, shops, and attractions we came to our hotel, the Lodge at Bophut. It’s on a narrow one-way street right on the beach. The nice manager even let us park right in front of the hotel – parking is harder here than in NYC! One window of our room faces the street which is lined with little shops and people here and there walking, and the other window faces the beach and we even have our own balcony. Amazing! This is a picture of our hotel and the morning view from the room window. Bophut is much quieter and less built up as some of the other parts of the island. That night we ventured out to find some food and ended up with Italian right on the water. We finished the night with a chocolate banana crepe – or pancake as the little peddler man from Bangladesh called them. Yummy!