We continue on to Ko Lanta with a broken laptop. The arrival is beautiful: we are showered with flower necklaces and powder on our faces for the Songkran New Year celebrations. After missing two of my clients, one of the many pushers takes us to the Blue Andaman Beach Resort. The journey there is the longest waterfall of my life.
Tom shoots a picture with the camera of his life. Can’t show how wet it was. Open TukTuk. A new bucket of water every 10 metres. Despite the rain cape, everything in the rucksack gets wet. Tom splashes a gay man in the face, but gets a kiss from a whore. I love incoherence. I’ll add something about his parents now: Tom had a water pistol.
At the Blue Andaman we dry everything first. Takes all day. Some swimming, dinner in the sunset and a nice bar. I ask if I can use a monitor because of the broken laptop display. I’m pleased with the “yes” and then get hellishly annoyed about the cost. The tourist-annoyed Muslims charge €2.50 an hour for the monitor. Welcome to Jihad. Not our place, unanimously agreed.
The next day we head off to the south of Ko Lanta. Small, quiet bamboo huts at the end of the road before the national park. I quickly find a hire monitor for one euro a day. Then I receive an email from Uli and Luise, the two owners of the exchange schools on Ko Lanta, for whom I have been working on their website for some time. The meeting is fun, humourously cheerful and gives new insights into Thailand.
The next few days fly by. Working on something. Tired all the time and mostly exhausted because of Monthaizuma plus a week of sour stomach. Mong, a very nice beach bar with good cocktails and plenty of wacky ones. Tom and Christiane ride elephants, I fight with my stomach.
Frank Woelky, born in 1973. Kitesurfer since 1998. Since 2006, I have been combining kitesurfing and web design on trips lasting several months off the beaten track.