A Travellerspoint blog

This is the End

Beautiful Friend, The End


Well, This will be the final blog post, I'm fighting to hold back the tears. All these beautiful times we've shared, the blogs, the comments... sigh. Oh well. Pretty soon you won't have to read about the adventures I'm having, because I'll be having them with you! In fact, that sounds infinitely better than reading about it on a computer screen. Onto the last post.

Ko Chang was alright, but honestly, it was a bit of a disappointment. We were spoiled on Koh Phayam, which was perfect in every way... well, aside from the jellyfish. Ko Chang was way more crowded, there were way more people, the music was horrible and loud, it was more expensive, and the beaches weren't as nice. It was really a venture getting out there, and for the few days we were there it really wasn't very enjoyable. However, there was one rather humorous event that took place there, perhaps one of the funniest things that has happened to us on this whole trip.

Agnes and I had rented motorcycles and were zooming around the island looking at the different areas. We decided to hang out on one beach that was nicer than the one we were staying at. As we pulled up to the parking lot, we were delighted to find a whole pack of monkeys hanging out on the parked motorcycles and on the surrounding trees. There were a whole bunch of tourists that had given them treats. I was very amused to see one monkey chomping away at an ice cream treat, just like any gluttonous child would. I felt a sense of happiness seeing our relatives hanging out as a family, eating ice cream treats, and just relaxing and enjoying life. Being completely enthralled by the monkeys, Agnes and I failed to realize something very important; monkeys are still very wild animals. Well, Agnes walked up to a nearby tree and started snapping pictures of the family, and especially the one male that was double-fisting a pair of fudgesicles. As Agnes got closer and closer to the tree, I noticed a cute little baby monkey that was really close to her. At that time, all I thought was "awww, super cute!" But as Agnes got closer, I noticed a rather ornery mother approaching. My reaction went something like this; "Agnes, maybe you shouldn't be so close to the baby. Agnes, that mother looks a little upset. Agnes the mother looks really pissed off and she's showing a whole lotta tooth!" It all happened very fast after that. The mom started running towards us, Agnes turned around and ran into me, a nearby male who was perusing through a garbage can jumped out and chased us, and Agnes and I ran as fast as we could to the beach. I was in a state of shock. Moments ago the monkeys were so docile as they were enjoying their frozen treats, but soon after, one of them nearly bit my leg. We were going to hang out on the beach until the monkeys left, but I realized that I had left the key in my motorcycle. I could just imagine those dirty little primates turning the key and driving my bike off the edge of a cliff. So we sat there, waiting for the monkeys to leave because we were both too scared to confront them. Soon after, a woman came and obviously was heading towards her motorcycle. Now, you're probably thinking, "well Greg, I certainly hope you warned her that the monkeys were hostile, and told her that she should not attempt to go to her bike." No, that was not my reaction. Without exchanging a word, it was pretty clear that Agnes and I both had the same idea; "let's just wait and see what happens." Well, as she got there they started chasing her just like they did to us. She was a lot tougher than Agnes and I though, instead of screaming and running, she stood her ground and swiped at the little buggers. I guess she intimidated them because none of them actually got close enough to bite her. Then she mumbled something in a foreign language, grabbed a rock, and turned to face the monkeys. I guess the monkeys have had this experience before, because as soon as they saw the rock, they all ran into the forest. After this heroic stranger warded off the hostile monkeys, I ran, grabbed the key, and ran to the beach. I used to have a glorified idea of what monkeys are like, mostly informed by such mediums as Curious George books, the movie about a baseball playing chimp called Ed, zoo exhibits, and those god-awful "Most Valuable Primate" movies. Well, needless to say, I don't like monkeys very much anymore. They're all friendly and cute at first, but as soon as they've got the fudgesicles in their grasp, they abandon the cute act and get quite aggressive.

That was the most interesting thing that happened on Ko Chang, the rest was pretty uneventful. On the 17th, we headed back to Bangkok. We actually met up with Tamir and Katie accidentally on the taxi ride to the pier, and apparently they had been on Ko Chang the whole time. We went to Bangkok's biggest market on the 18th. I have never seen anything like it. They had everything from paintings, to puppies, to food, souvenirs, and every piece of garbage you could ever want. The rest of our time in Bangkok hasn't been very interesting. We hung out in the massive mall they have here, the MBK Center. It's something like 9 stories high, and the floors are categorized. They have an electronics floor, clothing floors, an entertainment floor, and so on. We also saw our first signs of the current political unrest here in Thailand. Basically, one road was shut down on the way back from the mall, and we saw some Tuk Tuks that had red scarves tied to them. Some old drunk Aussie who was the self-proclaimed authority on Thailand's political scene was trying to tell us that civil war is on the way, and that Thailand's communist revolution is absolutely inevitable. Hopefully he didn't know what he was talking about, and judging by the type of character he appeared to be, I seriously doubt that he did.
We leave tonight at 11:00 P.M. for the airport, and our plane leaves around 7:00 A.M. We don't want to spend money on another night in a guest house, so we're just gonna hang out in the airport until we leave. Hopefully no revolution happens within the next 17 hours, otherwise this blog may be a little longer than expected. But I'm sure it'll be fine, and we'll be back in North America before you know it.
I'm looking forward to seeing you all, and thank you very much for reading!

Gregory, your homecoming traveling boy.

Posted by soupy 22:52

Email this entryFacebookStumbleUpon

Table of contents

Be the first to comment on this entry.

This blog requires you to be a logged in member of Travellerspoint to place comments.

Enter your Travellerspoint login details below

( What's this? )

If you aren't a member of Travellerspoint yet, you can join for free.

Join Travellerspoint