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chewaaang, koh samui

If I  could sum up Chewang in a word, hedonism would be it. The kind of place you feel almost dirty just being in  - like certain parts of the jersey shore, plus legal prostitution and minus actual guidos. The most touristy and populated beach on one of the most touristy islands in Thailand, the place is dripping with people making their naughty Thai fantasies reality; general debauchery ensues. Three days here made me feel guilty – like I snuck out after curfew or stole vodka from my Dad’s liquor cabinet.

It’s not just the abundance of prostitutes (and those who appear to be prostitutes but are actually just giving it up for free); equally offensive is the abundance of hawking in a pretty violating way. It’s hard to truly unwind when all day and night, Thais of all ages roam  the beach approaching easy-target tourists, selling any number of pieces of crap. While it’s easy to say “No, leave me alone” to an adult trying to sell me ugly bracelets and even easier to say so to an adult offering “mariwanaacocaine” in broad daylight, it’s harder, and more heart-wrenching, to dismiss the little Thai children forced to hawk in the same fashion, but usually they are hustling games of Connect Four or in our case Tic Tac Toe drawn in the sand, at which Jeff got his ass kicked for 100 baht (it’s pretty hard to lose at Tic Tac Toe. Especially to a 6 year old.) If it weren’t for the fact that we met our friend Matt there, I would’ve hit the pavement out of Chewang. But, we did meet Matt, and after 3 weeks of bungalow hopping in remote spots with inconsistent electricity, cold, dirty water, and no A.C., I tried to appreciate the stark contrast of Chewang for what it was  – THE place to party, to misbehave, to indulge (and the place to take a hot shower and turn on the AC). We stayed at the Ark Bar, which was pretty much the same as staying at a nightclub, though in the evenings the beach bar ambience was pretty lovely with the waves lapping right up at the tables.

Yes, the beach is beautiful and the sand is cakey and soft on your feet, but no one goes to Chewang anymore for the beach. Was it hard to drop 1,000 baht on lunch one day after 3 weeks of 200 baht lunches? Yes. Did I want to throw up when I passed the patios of other hotel guests on the way to breakfast and watched them pay their hookers, donned in the baggy athletic shorts and t-shirt of the dirtbag who took them home? Yes. Did my heart nearly break when I tried to befriend a 5-year-old child hawker who was sobbing as she walked the beach, but cursed me out when she realized I wasn’t going to give her 200 baht to recycle back to whoever was forcing her to hawk? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m delicate.  But it wasn’t all bad. We went for a beautiful scooter ride around the island, we went night swimming in the perfect water, and we ate some great, if overpriced, food. I won’t return, but it was worth seeing – if only as a reminder that Thai tourism has ravaged the islands as much as it has helped them. We had a great time with Matt and now we are completely changing plans and flying to Bangkok for 2 days because the night train to Penang, our original plan, is sold-out. Bring on the big city.

mai pen rai

view from our bungaloww

It’s our last morning on Koh Phangan and after 4 days of pouring rain and angry, cloudy skies, the sun seems to be peeking through. We arrived at Thansadet beach on the 22nd after an unremarkable detour to Khao Sok rainforest for a night – unremarkable because the guy on Tonsai who booked our bus told us we’d arrive by 1, plenty of time to check out the rainforest, but we instead spent close to 6 hours switching from one sweaty bus to another, until we arrived at the rainforest (a place where options are limited once night falls) right before sunset. Given our time frame, we had no time to even look for tigers or bears or snakes; my sole encounter with wildlife was some animal lodged in our bungalow roof taking a shit on my head (we are guessing a bat). The moneky pee I could handle, the smelly poop in my hair, I could not. Needless to say these 24 hours weren’t my favorite.

We got to Koh Phangan via Surat Thani, and after getting screwed by our taxi driver (I sense a pattern here) who overcharged us and then dropped us 4 kilometers of steep dirty road away from the secluded beach we needed to get to, we were relieved to finally reach Mai Pen Rai after hiking 45 blistering-mid-day minutes with all of our crap. The spot is run by a Thai husband-Scottish wife, and is one of 3 or 4 small bungalow operations that hug the sides of the quiet beach. They offer bungalows on the beach, on the river, or on the rocks, plus bigger bungalows for families.  Ours was of the rock variety and was incredible; built up into the boulders that overlook the sea so that the sountrack was waves crashing beneath us. The bungalow was gigantic and we had a lovely deck – it was pretty unbelievable to get the view we did for $20 a night, but the necessity of the mosquito net and the brownish hue of our running water (it came from the river running next to us, whose color turned once the storm made it muddy and brown) reminded me we were still staying in rustic digs.

makeshift "bridge" to our bungalow...hood.

This place was as good as you get – unpopulated beach, adorable restaurant with great food, a helpful, friendly staff and equally friendly, relaxed clientele. It was only sunny our first afternoon so we spent the better part of 5 days watching the storm, eating way too much food, playing a lot of Uno, starting happy hour much earlier than normal, and timing our return to the bungalow so as not to get soaked or blown into the river when crossing the “bridge” required to get up to our bungalow (see photo). I would love to come back here, and would highly recommend it to anyone looking for an alternative to (or to re-cupe after) the Haad Rin side of Koh Phangan. I’m hoping for sunshine in Samui, which will be a complete departure from our time in Tonsai or here. Only 8 days left until China – bittersweet, I will miss this warm, Thai air.

tonsai beach

It’s our last of 5 days on Tonsai, after wisely relocating here from Ao Nang, which despite my best friend’s suggestion (suggestions which have never, ever led me astray) seemed at this time of year to only offer 50+ European potbellies, an array of Thai prostitutes, and inflated hawker prices on everything from beer to beach towels. Tonsai, on the other hand, is a hippy’s heaven and a climber’s Mecca. We clearly don’t fall into either of these categories, but I still feel like we are right where we belong. The backdrop of our days is men (and women) with ripped, glistening bodies crawling their way up the steep rock faces that hug Tonsai beach like imposing book-ends. At night, the bars along the beach pulse with reggae. Everywhere, at least someone is making a show of their hippy / Rasta skills – fire twirling or slack-line walking –a 1-inch flat rope suspended a couple feet off the ground, taut between 2 trees, on which people walk (or balance, lay down, flip around it, and twirl fire while kneeling on top of it, as one jacked Thai guy did last night).

The beach can only be accessed by longboat and is set back in a bay, the bungalows and bars set up like a horseshoe with the front-side being the expanse of soft sand and bright blue ocean. Our bungalow is a glorified tent, but it gets the job done. The food is good, a better deal than Ao Nang; I think I could eat spicy papaya salad every day for this whole trip. We’ve also eaten way too many Thai pancakes – buttery, square crepes made to order; pineapple, coconut, nutella has really been working for us as a combo. Everyone here is friendly, chatty, and relaxed. There are no prostitutes, and no locals trying to rip you off with overpriced beach cover-ups. Basically this is exactly what I was hoping we’d find on Thai-island vacation (though we are not yet on an island, its just the cliffs and jungle that cut it off from the mainland by car). Yesterday we “walked” (hiked, panted) through the jungle to Railay beach, which is also cut off from the mainland by cliffs. Railay East also draws tons of climbers, who we watched traverse the steep faces before paying 20 baht (60 cents) to walk through the “diamond cave” – an immense, amazingly quiet stalagmite-filled cave, one face of which glitters like bright diamonds. We ate lunch off a boat at Pha Rang beach, which was also beautiful though more crowded than Tonsai. We then walked to Railay West, which must be a paradise for those with fatter wallets than us. It offers a gorgeous, very swim-able beach (Tonsai falters in this regard as the extreme tides limit the times of day you can comfortably swim) lined by high-end resorts which we passed somewhat longingly before “monkey climbing” our way through the jagged rocks and pools of shallow water that clear the way from Railay West back to Tonsai during low tide.

Last night we went to an Indian restaurant on the beach, run by a couple who hail from Missouri and New Mexico, but come by way of Alaska, and insist they are “Alaskan” not “American.” They lead quite a life in this beach paradise, are expecting a baby, and spend a lot of time with a little monkey who has been raised by one of the long-tail boat-men after finding him abandoned as a baby. We were talking about little monkey Ben, napping peacefully on the lap of his sometimes-owner, when his actual owner came to retrieve him. Ben leaped from his baby slumber and tried to jump on me to avoid going home, and proceeded to pee his hot monkey pee all down my leg. So, after 24 long years I’ve finally been peed on by a monkey. They also told me one too many stories about the a) cobras and b) pythons they encounter, quite regularly, slithering behind the mini-marts we have been frequenting. Monkey pee + deadly snakes = more than enough nature for me. As much as I’ll miss it, I’m ready to see what’s up next…