dreadedcandiru2 (dreadedcandiru2) wrote in binky_betsy,

Travelogue, Day Seven

Since Lynn could very well update her blog today or tomorrow, I'm setting this thread up in advance.

Crap. We start with another witless mispronunciation and deteriorate from there.

Today, we asked a tuk tuk driver to take us into the town of Krabi, but he insisted we go to his house first and get his car. The tuk-tuk is maneuverable, light and cheap to run. Vendors sell gas in wine bottles and it's fun to see a driver "feeding" his ride. He took us down a series of tiny rural roads and we were soon quite lost. The thought of never coming home crossed our minds, but it would have made for a cool and adventurous ending!

Kop's house was a tiny concrete cube with a corrugated metal roof and an outdoor kitchen. His 2 boys were playing noisily outside and his wife, wearing the hijab and very polite, welcomed us as if bringing home strangers was all part of her day. It's a good thing we took the car. The road to Krabi is unfinished, fast paced and long. A few minutes into the trip, a truck making a U-turn ahead of us crossed the path of a young man on a motor scooter and the impact was awful. The traffic formed a "y" passing the scene on either side, everyone looking at the victim, lying, bleeding on the road. He was lucky to be alive. There wasn't much left of the scooter. Another good reason to be travelling with an experienced driver! People crowded in to help and as we left the scene, the ambulance arrived, but we were unnerved by the incident for the rest of the day.

[Image = Offshore rock formations]

Again, the hillsides really take your breath away. On either side of the road, massive walls of limestone tower above you, the vegetation hanging off it is thick and rich and interesting fruits and flowers hang just out of reach. So many kinds of plants- if the human race started somewhere, it must have been near here. You couldn't starve if you tried! It took about 45 minutes of furious turns and more near misses to get to Krabi and the sky was beginning to darken. We had time to run to the big night market before the rains came and the market was a great place to take shelter. We were about the only Caucasians there, so we felt we had come to the right place.

[Image : Interior of farmer's market]

We have been looking for the best of local grub and we hit the mother lode. Everywhere you looked, food was being prepared and it all looked so good! Chicken on skewers, great steaming pots of meat in curry sauces, fruits of all kinds, desserts and drinks...it was heaven. We bought a little from as many vendors as we could and ate as we walked from stall to stall. The rain began to cascade down onto the plastic tarps, canopies and umbrellas. We dodged the torrents as they fell, too eager to hit the next banquet to notice how wet we were. The folks enjoyed our enjoyment and the time went fast. This was truly a highlight and it didn't matter that we had no time to see more of the town.

[Image : Woman behind food cart]

We were glad to find Kop, our driver waiting for us and the drive back to Ao Nang was even more exciting in the dark. Everyone drives a scooter here. Hoards of young people, tourists, kids, families all course around the turns. Few wear helmets and according to Kop, there were a lot of accidents - too many. Next, we have planned a tour of the limestone caves and a ride on an elephant. When in Ao Nang... do as the tourists do...

- As expected, she stoops to pretending she's as low-class as she thinks her readers are by calling "food" "grub".
- She does seem to have been rattled by the horrible accident she saw but not enough to draw the correct conclusion about how helmet laws and speed limits are a good idea.
- Worse still, we'll never hear about him again; you or I might ask ourselves if he survived or what his life will be like from now on. Lynn shows us where Mike gets his empathy and sensitivity from.
- She finally seems to have learned to use the word "hijab".
- Her theory of the birth-place of man is almost as wacked-out as Bucky Fuller's.
- Again, more ranting about "authenticity" and "getting off the beaten path".
- Next, she insists on her misspellings, improper punctuation and usage errors.
- Finally, thanks to her horrible prose style, her idea of fine dining looks very much like the irritating spectacle of watching some doofus hit up the sample trays at a grocery store and declaring that to be lunch instead of the innocuous thing it is.

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