We Put Ourselves Down for the Week

Well, today we left the comfort and opulence of the Renaissance Bangkok for a trip south to the resort town of Krabi. We spent a few hours at the airport before boarding a Thai Airways jet full of crying babies and tourists from all over the world.
Our taxi driver was waiting for us when we exited the baggage claim, and his only words to us were “long way,” indicating how far away he parked. Nothing else was said on the 40 minute drive, even when he ran three red lights or crossed into the oncoming traffic lane to pass a slower car. Quite an experience.
When we arrived at the rustic resort centered on a swimming pool about a mile form the beach, Debbie said, “I thought it was on the beach!” Other comments were: “there’s a mosquito in here,” “the TV doesn’t work,” “how much did we pay for the flight here?” “are we committed for the whole week?” “the bed is like a board,” "there is actually mold on these pillows" and “if we come back (to the restaurant we ate at tonight) tomorrow night do you think they’ll play a different song?” Or how ‘bout this—“what’s that smell in the bathroom—did you flush?” Not a very auspicious start to our vacation.
Now there’s a monkey or some other animal running around on the roof of our cottage—“what’s that noise, a rat?” Oh boy—it will be a long week…

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