Cruising Krabi

We had just hopped off the Perhentian Islands of Malaysia knowing that it would be hard to repeat paradise. . so we were prepared for whatever.
We arrived by plane and caught a bus past the Krabi township to the beach Ao Nang. In typical backpacker style we didn't know where to stay and ended up with packs on in the sweltering heat trudging up and down the strip. We decided quickly on a bungalow, knowing it would just be for the night. All afternoon and evening we strolled from one side of the strip to the other door knocking on every decent looking hotel. The best part about the low season are low season rates - and all hotels have them when they are pushed. We finally settled on a new resort called the whitesand - for 800baht which is really cheap for a decent place, we got ourselves a finely kitted joint with a rooftop pool to boot, and a view of the beach with the incredible rock that borders the town.

Do you get this shot below?
The image is actually flipped - a reflection from the pool. You can see the chairs in the above image.

The town itself is busy and bustling with the Thailand we knew from our last visit to Phuket 3 years ago - tailors, jewellery, restaurants and clothing vendors.

The Beach isn't bad - not really a swimming zone - but more a get a beer and people watch kind of scenario. When tide is out it is busy with the lcoals collecting shell fish and digging for crabs.

On the last day in Krabi we were walking down the beach when a Thai girl approached us about getting a massage.. well damn.. we haven't done that yet >> and if you go to Thailand, the massage is a must do activity.

Desh decided to go for a manicure instead - but we both ticked up the initial foot scrub. Are you ticklish? We are - and man, what a thing to do for 30 minutes when it feels like someone has a feather in their hand and is intending to torture. To tell the truth, somewhere in my 20s I've lost the ticklish foot nerves - but I got a lot of satisfaction watching the tears rolling down Desh's cheeks.

Getting the Thai massage is something incredible - these people literally climb aboard you with their muscular boney frames and prod every part of your body until it is internally bruised and ready to be dragged back to the hotel. In fact - the police should let go of the old phone book beatings - and hire Thai Masseuses to extort information instead.
The part that had me laughing and crying was the legs. Have you ever seen someone enjoying a chicken drumstick so much that they refuse to let go until every piece of meat had been sucked off? That's just what my massage was like - 20 minutes on each leg picking/digging between the muscle and bone until I was convinced one more horse bite could finish me off.

Once last note - I snapped these chefs at the beach in their uniforms fishing.. I guess what you buy for dinner is fresh after all.