Blah Blah Blah, long travel story, confusion, ferries, blah blah blah…
So we roll up to our “resort” and my god… it was amazing. The bungalows themselves, not so stunning, nice, but basic… but the beach. My god the beach was stunning.
We didn’t waste much time. A quick change in the bungalow and we hit the water. The water was nice, warm, clear… but as I swam it kept feeling like my hands were running through clouds of invisible somethings. Small stings started happening, but I sort of assumed it must just be a cut or something with the salt water. Once Amy got in the water, there was no more time spent questioning — we were swimming in a huge cloud of tiny little jelly fish thingys.
In the water you couldn’t even see them, but on the beach, where the waves washed them on shore, you could see huge strips of them. Not much bigger than a jelly bean, but so many.
We were kinda disappointed. Such a picturesque beach, and we couldn’t swim in the water without getting stung. Of course, being southeast Asia, no one mentions that they are out there, no word of warning, no claims of how long they will be there, if it is normal, if there are beaches without them…
So for the rest of the day we just lazed around, walked the beach, then in the evening we checked out a place called “ting tong bar” which was having a st. patrick’s day party (right next to our resort, on the beach) so we had some appetizers and listened to the live band until the free BBQ started. It didn’t come till much later than advertised, so it wasn’t more than a couple of chicken wings before we headed off to bed, tuckered from our travel.