Emma txt the following afternoon to tell us that she was on her way over. She had stayed in Chong Mon a few years ago so knew her way around, although she didn't know where the Kirati Beach Resort was. She said that they would walk the length of the beach, and to watch out for them as she was wearing a purple sarong and Craig was wearing yellow shorts. Great way to find someone as just about everyone on the beach was wearing sarongs and shorts!
I spotted Emma walking down the beach from quite some distance. It wasn't the sarong and shorts that made me recognise her but that Emma McCarthy purposeful walk. We headed up to our balcony for a catch-up. We had a great afternoon with a lot of catching-up and a lot of laughing. Oh, and a few beers.
When you are travelling you meet many different local people with different cultures and traditions and loads of people from all over the world who are also travelling. It's really interesting chatting with all these different people and swapping stories and experiences. We have made some really good friends that way who we keep in touch with and hopefully will meet again during our travels. But, for us, there is one thing missing - the Glasweigan humour. You don't find that anywhere else but Glasgow. That afternoon on the balcony with Emma and Criag well made up for the 8 months of Glasweigan humour that we haven't had and it set the pace for the rest of the week we spent together. We did our own thing during the day but at night we would meet up and the non-stop talking and laughing would begin.
In the evening they would come to Chong Mon or we would go to Chewang or else we would go to one of the other beaches. To be fair we only went to Chewang once because it was mentally busy. It was a mix of all night discos, Thai girlie bars, lady boy bars, irish pubs, MacDonalds, Pizza Hut, Boots the Chemist etc.- I'm sure you get the picture. All the bars and eateries were pricey with TV'S and stereos blasting out. It was worse than Spain full of hen and stag dos. Hard to believe that only 20 minutes up the road, Chong Mon was quiet and peaceful.
One evening we went to The Fisherman's Village at Bo Phut Beach. It is a really lovely place but quite up-market. There are lovely shops, many fine dining restaurants (especially considering how small a place it is) and lovely small places to stay - there was only one big hotel there. Colin and I had visited it during the day and it seemed really chilled and tranquil but at night it was quite vibrant, but in a really nice way. We had a meal in a really nice expensive restaurant on the waterfront, although it turned out that the food wasn't that great - better sticking to hawker stalls! No matter, we had a great evening anyway. When Colin and I were deciding where to stay when we got to Samui we had really liked what we saw of The Fisherman's Village but knew it would be too pricey to stay there for one week.
It was really easy and cheap to get around Samui and move from beach to beach. They have songthaews - red coloured converted pickups with bench seats, that serve as the local bus service on the island. They have fixed routes around the island day and night. You can flag one down anywhere and then just ring the bell when you want to get off. Much better than getting a taxi, haggling for ages then walking away as you are getting ripped off.
Emma brought me, from the UK, my new IPOD (as Apple were replacing my model free-of-charge as they had recalled the model I bought 8 years ago), a new kindle book-reader (I managed to bust my screen in Agonda) and my new bank cards as mine had expired. It was like Xmas, I didn't know whether to read a book, listen to music of go and get money out of the bank!
I spotted Emma walking down the beach from quite some distance. It wasn't the sarong and shorts that made me recognise her but that Emma McCarthy purposeful walk. We headed up to our balcony for a catch-up. We had a great afternoon with a lot of catching-up and a lot of laughing. Oh, and a few beers.
When you are travelling you meet many different local people with different cultures and traditions and loads of people from all over the world who are also travelling. It's really interesting chatting with all these different people and swapping stories and experiences. We have made some really good friends that way who we keep in touch with and hopefully will meet again during our travels. But, for us, there is one thing missing - the Glasweigan humour. You don't find that anywhere else but Glasgow. That afternoon on the balcony with Emma and Criag well made up for the 8 months of Glasweigan humour that we haven't had and it set the pace for the rest of the week we spent together. We did our own thing during the day but at night we would meet up and the non-stop talking and laughing would begin.
In the evening they would come to Chong Mon or we would go to Chewang or else we would go to one of the other beaches. To be fair we only went to Chewang once because it was mentally busy. It was a mix of all night discos, Thai girlie bars, lady boy bars, irish pubs, MacDonalds, Pizza Hut, Boots the Chemist etc.- I'm sure you get the picture. All the bars and eateries were pricey with TV'S and stereos blasting out. It was worse than Spain full of hen and stag dos. Hard to believe that only 20 minutes up the road, Chong Mon was quiet and peaceful.
One evening we went to The Fisherman's Village at Bo Phut Beach. It is a really lovely place but quite up-market. There are lovely shops, many fine dining restaurants (especially considering how small a place it is) and lovely small places to stay - there was only one big hotel there. Colin and I had visited it during the day and it seemed really chilled and tranquil but at night it was quite vibrant, but in a really nice way. We had a meal in a really nice expensive restaurant on the waterfront, although it turned out that the food wasn't that great - better sticking to hawker stalls! No matter, we had a great evening anyway. When Colin and I were deciding where to stay when we got to Samui we had really liked what we saw of The Fisherman's Village but knew it would be too pricey to stay there for one week.
It was really easy and cheap to get around Samui and move from beach to beach. They have songthaews - red coloured converted pickups with bench seats, that serve as the local bus service on the island. They have fixed routes around the island day and night. You can flag one down anywhere and then just ring the bell when you want to get off. Much better than getting a taxi, haggling for ages then walking away as you are getting ripped off.
Emma brought me, from the UK, my new IPOD (as Apple were replacing my model free-of-charge as they had recalled the model I bought 8 years ago), a new kindle book-reader (I managed to bust my screen in Agonda) and my new bank cards as mine had expired. It was like Xmas, I didn't know whether to read a book, listen to music of go and get money out of the bank!
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