"seriously, don't make a big deal out of my birthday. i don't want any plans or anything."
we celebrated paul's 26th birthday on our penultimate day in phuket. (don't give me shit for using that word - one time, in a fit of rage, someone called me a "caustic asshole" and i couldn't stop laughing, which only made it worse). anyway, we were leaving the next day, which is wholly irrelevant, but we were. we went on a day trip to "koh pee pee," the island where they filmed "the beach." (not that bad, anyone?) i had to borrow these pictures from paul because, of course, the battery on my camera died 30 seconds after the boat left the dock. there will theoretically be "picture sharing" sometime soon, wherein we all trade pics and i can post more for those of you who are interested. theoretically.
koh pee pee (pee pee island) is a forty five minute boat ride from the main island of phuket. the boat took us to several beaches on the island - one of them being "monkey beach," at which i refused to go ashore, opting to stay in the water the whole time. why? because it's populated by rhesus monkeys that come down from the trees to greet the tourists. already skeptical of this nonsense, my mind was wholly made up upon hearing from our tour guide that we should "be careful" because "when there are too many tourists sometimes the monkeys get scared and scratch you." sorry, but i ain't catching no HIV from some aids-riddled thai monkey. i stayed in the water and snorkled - i saw a finding nemo fish and a giant clam and a morray eel. the reef had been pretty well decimated by the tsunami, but the further out i swam the better it got.
this is "the beach." you couldn't go onshore because it was "owned" by some mysterious syndicate that charged you money to step onshore.
you got to go onshore at another part of the island, but it was pretty bombed out thanks to tsunami-san. i bought a bunch of huge changs and bandanas and we were off. paul and i got drunk on the boat ride back and i gave him the "stars and bars" bandana i bought him for his birthday. we met a naive-but-incredibly-attractive young power-couple from chicago on the boat. the dude was wearing one of those awesome "trunk" style swimsuits. anyway, they told us they thought we were "rockstars" because we were pounding beers on the boat and wearing bandanas and lived in tokyo. no, actually we're pale, flabby, white trash college students from the south. we were to run into them again - everyone else ended up becoming friends with them and myspacing them and shit, but i guess i was preoccupied.
jason, considerate as he is, went to the trouble of planning paul's birthday dinner. we ended up at a seriously nice open-air restaurant overlooking the ocean from a rocky cliff. the food was awesome, needless to say. simon got mad at paul and i because we were being too "festive", but i think the staff didn't mind so much. i broke my ass on the way out trying to "powerslide" down the wet wooden walkway. the bruise is only now disappearing. then, for better or worse, it was on to banana. i'll spare you the details.
"worst birthday ever," paul proclaimed.
koh pee pee (pee pee island) is a forty five minute boat ride from the main island of phuket. the boat took us to several beaches on the island - one of them being "monkey beach," at which i refused to go ashore, opting to stay in the water the whole time. why? because it's populated by rhesus monkeys that come down from the trees to greet the tourists. already skeptical of this nonsense, my mind was wholly made up upon hearing from our tour guide that we should "be careful" because "when there are too many tourists sometimes the monkeys get scared and scratch you." sorry, but i ain't catching no HIV from some aids-riddled thai monkey. i stayed in the water and snorkled - i saw a finding nemo fish and a giant clam and a morray eel. the reef had been pretty well decimated by the tsunami, but the further out i swam the better it got.
this is "the beach." you couldn't go onshore because it was "owned" by some mysterious syndicate that charged you money to step onshore.
you got to go onshore at another part of the island, but it was pretty bombed out thanks to tsunami-san. i bought a bunch of huge changs and bandanas and we were off. paul and i got drunk on the boat ride back and i gave him the "stars and bars" bandana i bought him for his birthday. we met a naive-but-incredibly-attractive young power-couple from chicago on the boat. the dude was wearing one of those awesome "trunk" style swimsuits. anyway, they told us they thought we were "rockstars" because we were pounding beers on the boat and wearing bandanas and lived in tokyo. no, actually we're pale, flabby, white trash college students from the south. we were to run into them again - everyone else ended up becoming friends with them and myspacing them and shit, but i guess i was preoccupied.
jason, considerate as he is, went to the trouble of planning paul's birthday dinner. we ended up at a seriously nice open-air restaurant overlooking the ocean from a rocky cliff. the food was awesome, needless to say. simon got mad at paul and i because we were being too "festive", but i think the staff didn't mind so much. i broke my ass on the way out trying to "powerslide" down the wet wooden walkway. the bruise is only now disappearing. then, for better or worse, it was on to banana. i'll spare you the details.
"worst birthday ever," paul proclaimed.
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