Monsoon Day 2

I woke up this morning to what I thought was the sound of the crashing sea. Then I thought perhaps it was the sound of a crashing shower. Then I realised the same stupid rain storm is still going on.

This monsoon is playing havoc with my plans. How are you meant to snorkel and laze about on the beach reading your book if the sky keeps on falling? It also makes the walk from my isolated bungalow more of a swim from my isolated bungalow. I think perhaps I should just get some snorkels and wear them while I walk around; it'll be pretty much the same thing.

After blogging yesterday I ran into two British girls that I had met earlier on the trip and spent a couple of hours hanging out with them shooting the breeze and avoiding the rain, which was quite fun, and they invited me to meet them and some of their friends for supper that night. I agreed even though that required a walk back to my place in the dark, a walk back to town in the dark, and a final walk back in the dark later on. I managed to get lost on my way out of town and realised when I started to wade through an ankle deep puddle of water in the middle of a totally dark road that I was walking in the incorrect direction.

I finally re-established my sense of direction and did the walk, survived the insane hill, showered, survived the insane hill, did the walk and returned to town in drizzle, got lost again, re-found my way and finally arrived at the dinner destination maybe 45 minutes late to find no one I knew there. Those bastards. That was a lot of walking for not much point and after this e-mail I'm going to go and see if any of the tourist information places know where to hire an assassin on the island. But it was okay, because I ended up sitting in 'The Cave Bar' which is fashioned after the Flintstones and sits right on the beach, where I played shithead (a card game) with some Israelis and then spoke to some British (or possibly Australian) people about their trip, which was meant to be a month but has been going on for 6 with no real signs of stopping. Then I decided to return home just as the rain came crashing down again.

I contemplated the value of walking versus paying the exorbitant taxi fee (100 Baht) for a very short drive, and decided seeing as I hadn't rented snorkels and flippers it made more sense to take the taxi and so I did.

I sat on my balcony on my tiny little bungalow on the rocks on the beach and watched the rain crash down into the water as tiny boats bobbed in the distance.

Then I went to sleep.