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.




