There are a couple of places in Thailand that I've avoided like the plague. Places in the you-don't-have-to-pour-acid-in-your-eyes-to-know-that-it-stings-category.
On top of that list is Pataya. In many ways I have been there. I have seen Pataya in places like Goa, in Cuba and let's not forget red light districts the world over. I imagine Pataya to be a cross between Amsterdam's red light district, the backrooms at Club Fire in Kathmandu and a kindergarten run by ruthless Russian mobsters.
No, thank you very much. For that same reason I just couldn't seem fit the bar scene at Phuket in my itinerairy. And you better believe I have yet to set foot in Soi Cowboy or Nana Plaza in Bangkok. It's (again with the Russians) a little like Siberia: I know where it is, but I just don't want to go.
Somewhere at the very bottom of the list: Ko Samet (or rather Goh Saamed). Too close to Bangkok, to crowded and overrun. At least the noisy hookers mostly stay on the mainland at Ban Phe but that's the most charming quality of the Island. Or is it?
I just got back from ten days at one of the southern most beaches and it can get a little busy, but for the most part it was great: nice, not to expensive cabins on the beach, no major developments, but a lot of Thai little foodplaces and resorts. Nice.
Especially since we could avoid the crowds and took the ultra special secret boat past the main pier and imediatly headed a couple of beaches south of where all the jet ski's and bars are. Of course I can't write about exactly how we pulled this stunt. It would just become less ultra special, not to mention less secret...
Did I mention I even conviniently 'forgot' my camera? Totaly black bag ops.
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