After staying in the crazy hostel on the beach, Jenna and I decided we needed a slower paced bigger space. We booked a bungalow for ourselves- it was tucked inland, away from the hustle and bustle of the beach but had its own pool. We decided that on Saturday we were going to take full advantage of the sun and swimming. I went for a walk midday to find us some cocktails-- I followed a road that wound around for quite some time and then popped me out near the pier. There were a ton of restaurants and shops. There was a huge outdoor bar that was completely empty. I popped in and started chatting with the bartenders who made me some margaritas while filling me in on the nightlife on this side of phi phi. They said that there would be a fire show at the bar tonight and that we should definitely come back for it.
After swimming and margaritas we decided to go to a huge open bar with a muy thai ring. Spectators could pay to play in addition to the professionals. We grabbed some beers, pulled up our chairs and cheered along with the crowd for the underdogs. After, we grabbed a bite at a popup food stand and then headed to the margarita bar from earlier. Sure enough there was a fire show. Sure enough they needed audience participation. Sure enough they chose me. I was up on stage watching and then all of a sudden I. Was. Twirling. Fire. I don't know how it happened but once I got started I realized I didn't know how to stop. I couldn't just drop the flaming chains at my feet, I couldn't just stop swinging and risk getting them intertwined and I couldn't yell out for someone to take them because I hadn't exactly learned the words, "grab the flaming fire torches from my arms before they burn me please" in thai. Damn. Add that to my list of should'ves for June. HELLPPP. I kept looking at the fire twirlers who were clearly amused by the fact that I. Was. Twirling. Fire. My eyes were pleading, "please take my fire, please take my fire." Finally, one of the twirlers tried to jump in-- I definitely don't think it was a clean exchange but at the end of the day he was the one with the burn marks, not me. In exchange for my service, the fire twirlers tipped me back and dispensed, straight into my mouth, not one but two shots of whiskey- strong whiskey- strong gross whiskey- strong gross whiskey that didn't mix well with my margaritas- before whisking me off of the stage. Woof. Jaclyn was in for a night.
The only logical thing to do was to keep going from bar to bar to bar. So we did. We hopped all around the inner island and then made our way to the beach. We made new friends. We danced, we sang, we ate pizza and sat under the trees in our courtyard. We got hangovers the size of Thailand itself but damn did we have fun.
We got on a boat back to Krabi (after what felt like forever and a day of laying on the sunny, hot benches in the bungalow courtyard trying not to puke) and then headed to the airport to fly back to Bangkok. Next stop, Vietnam. Only problem, we didn't get our visas in time, so instead of flying to Nam on Monday like we had planned, we stayed an extra night in Bangkok and flew out on Tuesday. Where's Tash (and her on point planning skills) when you need her?!
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