Beach Jail

This morning we get up and head out to find breakfast and good coffee. As luck would have it we found good coffee and bad breakfast. We continue our walk to the pier and find there is a ferry leaving soon. We get some water, tickets and join the folks on the ferry.

Perhaps we should have studied this one a little before buying our tickets! When we get to the island they anchor the boat, bring out a long tail boat to ferry us all to shore and we find our selves not in a cute little town demanding exploration by a couple of odd Americans, but rather on a beach that is only a beach, beach jail. A few folks selling towels and trinkets, no town. And we paid a premium for this! Since breakfast wasn't so good we head over to the tables and order a beer and snack that we called lunch. Neither of us has swimwear, he in his jeans and casual shoes and I uncomforabley clad in pants that are too tight. I know that we are not going into the water.

We stretch the lunch out to an hour and ask when the boat goes back. 4:00pm. This can't be true! It is only 1 o'clock, whatever in the world will "Lilly and Alibaster" White do for three hours on a beach in Thailand with nothing else to explore.....We buy a trinket. Victor buys shorts but wouldn't put them on, saving them for parasailing the next day. We are in Beach Jail!

We stroll to the other end of the beach and take some lovely photos. It is now 1:20pm, we stroll back to where we started and get foot massages on the beach. This should have passed an hour, but they were keeping a different clock. We were charged far more than a mainland massage, but we expected this. We decide to head back over to where the boat will pick us up and have a beer so we are right on time and ready to go when the time comes....

The time comes much quicker than we thought. The 4 o'clock boat leaves the beach a little after three, getting back into Pattaya at 4:00. Such a simple confusion. Why would we think the 4 o'clock boat leaves at 4 o'clock? We make so many assumptions.

So we quickly pay our bill and head out to catch the long tail ferry that will take us to our ferry. Alas, we have to walk up to our waist in the water to board the boat. If I had known that, I might just as well have gone for a bit of a swim, tight pants and all.