And Liz makes 3
We are three. For only one more day. It was fun having Ben's little sister visiting us in Thailand. She is nothing like Ben, but complements him nicely. While Ben is 'delicate,' (porcelain skin, prone to dizzy spells, constantly hitting his head on the low Thai entryways) Liz is tough. She tans easily. She has gangsta rap on her ipod. She wears white-rimmed aviator sunglasses in full seriousness.
Upon Liz's arrival, she noticed she had a strange blister that had developed on her lower right buttcheek. After consulting several Thai experts (including bungalow owners, our waiter, and any other miscellaneous Thais that we encountered on the beach) it was decided that Liz had developed a strange blister on her lower right buttcheek. A woman at our favorite restaurant smooshed some green twigs and leaves together with vodka, poured it into a plastic cup, and ordered Liz to smear the 'mojito' on her butt blister several times throughout the day. Never once did Liz complain about her new butt blister, only joking that she looked like a raging alcoholic who had to constantly carry her homemade 'mojito' wherever she went.
The majority of our time has been spent on the beach. Both on the Gulf of Thailand side, as well as the Andaman Sea side. I don't know where the time has gone. We spent a few nights in Ko Tao, nearly one week in Krabi, and we are ending our journey in Phuket before seeing Liz off in Bangkok.
Surprisingly, Phuket has been the best beach, with actual waves that can flip me upside down if I dive into the water feet first. I've only done it a few times, mostly because I tend to get far too much water up my nose and then barely have enought time to snort it out before the next wave comes.
This morning, the three of us ate a Scandanavian restaurant called 'The Little Mermaid,' where Ben was begging the waitress to please, please make the eggs in my big boy breakfast special into an omelette. The waitress was not pleased. She unsmilingly responded that the only egg options are scrambled, fried, or boiled. Liz convinced Ben to do scrambled, and he grudgingly agreed. It was already noon, I've eaten an unhealthy number of eggs on this trip, and so I decided to order a tuna sandwich. When it arrived, it resembled a grey mound of vomit. It was a massive pile of white mush, covered in so much mayonnaise that I had to bring forkfuls close to my eye in order to discern the tuna chunks from mayonnaise globs.
The three of us went to the beach after breakfast, swam in the waves, and were hollering and screaming and acting like our usual juvenile selves in the water. I watched as a giant wave approached Ben, and before I could warn him, it smacked him hard upside his head, sending him straight into the foamy abyss. Within seconds, his head emerged from the water and he started vomiting his 'Little Mermaid' scrambled eggs into the ocean. It was disgusting. He's doing better now though. And I've decided to avoid Scandie food entirely, except for those gummy Swedish fish. That's one food the Scandies do right.
Upon Liz's arrival, she noticed she had a strange blister that had developed on her lower right buttcheek. After consulting several Thai experts (including bungalow owners, our waiter, and any other miscellaneous Thais that we encountered on the beach) it was decided that Liz had developed a strange blister on her lower right buttcheek. A woman at our favorite restaurant smooshed some green twigs and leaves together with vodka, poured it into a plastic cup, and ordered Liz to smear the 'mojito' on her butt blister several times throughout the day. Never once did Liz complain about her new butt blister, only joking that she looked like a raging alcoholic who had to constantly carry her homemade 'mojito' wherever she went.
The majority of our time has been spent on the beach. Both on the Gulf of Thailand side, as well as the Andaman Sea side. I don't know where the time has gone. We spent a few nights in Ko Tao, nearly one week in Krabi, and we are ending our journey in Phuket before seeing Liz off in Bangkok.
Surprisingly, Phuket has been the best beach, with actual waves that can flip me upside down if I dive into the water feet first. I've only done it a few times, mostly because I tend to get far too much water up my nose and then barely have enought time to snort it out before the next wave comes.
This morning, the three of us ate a Scandanavian restaurant called 'The Little Mermaid,' where Ben was begging the waitress to please, please make the eggs in my big boy breakfast special into an omelette. The waitress was not pleased. She unsmilingly responded that the only egg options are scrambled, fried, or boiled. Liz convinced Ben to do scrambled, and he grudgingly agreed. It was already noon, I've eaten an unhealthy number of eggs on this trip, and so I decided to order a tuna sandwich. When it arrived, it resembled a grey mound of vomit. It was a massive pile of white mush, covered in so much mayonnaise that I had to bring forkfuls close to my eye in order to discern the tuna chunks from mayonnaise globs.
The three of us went to the beach after breakfast, swam in the waves, and were hollering and screaming and acting like our usual juvenile selves in the water. I watched as a giant wave approached Ben, and before I could warn him, it smacked him hard upside his head, sending him straight into the foamy abyss. Within seconds, his head emerged from the water and he started vomiting his 'Little Mermaid' scrambled eggs into the ocean. It was disgusting. He's doing better now though. And I've decided to avoid Scandie food entirely, except for those gummy Swedish fish. That's one food the Scandies do right.
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