The Island

We've returned from Phuket in body but our hearts are still back at Kamala Beach. It was like some beautiful movie where you're actually someone else's clone, living in paradise until the moment when your organs are harvested to improve the quality of life for your genetic twin. Unfortunately, we had to leave the tranquil blue waters of the Andaman sea and return to the industrial-sludge of the Chao Phrya river.

We picked up some bodyboards at a shop outside the hotel and the girls hit the surf. Despite her best efforts Grandma had a hard time keeping up with the California girl, but eventually she did catch a wave...(and we've got the video!)


Ten minutes after arriving on the beach Jake dug up some Scandanavian's sunglasses and wore them for the rest of the day. He had to take them off later after being attacked by a group of German women who mistook him for David Hasslehoff.


There are some who will undoubtedly remain skeptical, but I can assure you that the water at this beach really was that blue. After getting out of the water you just want to order a drink with an umbrella and start applying the aqua velva.

The view from the rocky coral cliffs of Egg island. We had to seek refuge here to escape the raucous partying of Bobby the Tour guide and about a dozen intoxicated Aussies.