Sand

There's sand in my bed. There's also sand in Kaitlin's bed, and on the floor of our room, and in a tidy but rather large pile along the wall in the bathroom. Why is there sand everywhere? Because we're in Kenting. And because we had just the most relaxing day ever, lying in the sand.

It began, I grant you, with a few hiccups: we got a late start, my lack of knowledge and indecision made us miss a bus, hawkers for sketchy minibuses would NOT leave us alone, but eventually we made it aboard a regular Kenting-bound bus and, after practicing an old Chinese lesson with the driver (where should I get off?), we disembarked at the right stop and found our hotel. And, not only is is amazing, with the best possible location and easy beach access, but they let us check in early! Seriously, if you're going to Kenting, I highly recommend Mae Toong.

Anyway, we had a lovely Thai lunch which provided us with enough food for dinner, too (a blessing, given prices around here), and then hit the beach for a few hours, walking, wading (signs informed us we were not allowed to swim), sunbathing and reading. It was glorious.

Then it was back to the hotel to clean off (sand....) and eat our leftovers while watching an oddly amusing (and ridiculous) movie from the early 90s called Green Card, then check out the night market right outside our hotel (right outside, yet silent from within...) and grab some dessert before heading back. It's early yet now, but our lovely day deserves repeating tomorrow, and were hoping to get an early start, so it's off to bed now.

Because even with our beds are full of sand, nothing can ruin our day.