We have little to report from our four days on the island of Koh Tao. That is, little that won't make you ridiculously jealous. The terrain in Koh Tao is pretty rough and the roads are so janky that the only way to get around is either by motocross bike or 4x4 truck. We would have opted for the self-sufficient moped option, except that the street rules are all a little fuzzy. (You can drive on the left or the right. Or on the sidewalk. Stop signs are optional. Motorcycles attached to food carts have the right-of-way when the grease is still hot.) That, and the fact that downtown Koh Tao ("Sairee") was a little too gap-year backpackery for us (we're not exactly stoked to drink volumes of booze out of sand pails), we stayed mostly to ourselves in the comfort of our private villa perched on a double black diamond incline. Can you blame us?
(The view of our pool from our villa at The Rocks.)
(Yes, we ARE a Pantene Pro-V commercial)
Tuesday we took a break from our busy schedule (of sunbathing and talking trash about characters from our beach reads) and hired a speed boat for a snorkel trip. The island is supposed to have some of the greatest reef-scoping around and our lovely British captain Charlee made sure we knew exactly what sorts of fish we were seeing. At one point though, the fish got a little too personal and started to "gently exfoliate" the dead skin from our bodies (i.e. EAT US ALIVE) so we calmly (OHMYGOSH IT IS BITING ME!) resolved to stay in the boat and reclaim our places at the top of the food chain.
These days we absolutely cannot go five days without a spa treatment, so we spent the better half of Wednesday in a horizontal position while Thai ladies applied oils, and muds, and masks to every surface of our bodies.
(Post-spa hydration)
Now we're in Koh Samui for the last night of the Thailand portion of the vacation and tomorrow Verna, Brenna, and I head to Vietnam while Vanessa returns to real life in San Francisco. She will be missed!
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