It is too hard to resist the temptation to sit on the beach with a drink & watch the sun set over the water. My first Sunday in Kamala I find myself at a restaurant ON the beach, where you need to speak up over the noise of the waves, and the waiters have no need to wears shoes (or thongs!) as they serve tables in the sand. From the palm trees hang light globes, covered with different colour fabrics, giving the place a magical feeling. I couldn't imagine anywhere more stunning.
Of course, I was SUPPOSED to be at dinner at a friend's place, but as yet I am too chicken to head over the hill to Patong Beach, the location of dinner, on my scooter. As gorgeous as the setting is, I would still like to be with my new friends, enjoying drinks & conversation. I must work up the courage to cross the big hill…I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…
Scootering in Thailand appears to be an art form. Like most creative talents, you are born with the basics, but need to develop them over time. I'm sure Thai's have graduated from Scooter University, not at all concerned about the giant 4wd tailgating them, or the 10 other scooters around them loaded with Australian tourists in boardshorts & Singha tshirts riding beside them. And helmets, what helmets?! Those who have graduated from Scooter University with Honours don't need helmets. And Thailand is built for this. After 3 days of getting my takeaway coffee in a plastic bag (in a cup first obviously!) I realised it was to cater for scooter-ists! To hang from your handlebars or wrist as you drive along. Clearly!
So much to learn. I think I can….I think I can…I think I can….
