Pass The Pina Colada
Trip Start Aug 06, 2011
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It looked to be a great plan if you looked at a map... not as great when you factored in the weather forecasts
But I'm getting ahead of the story. Koh Samui was now going to be our one and only stop in the beach paradise of South Thailand- after all, a beach is a beach is a beach?? Samui is a relatively large island which presented it's own dilemma- which beach area were we going to choose for our two weeks of blissful baking in the sun. We booked into the Lamai Beach area to take advantage of the blazing night life that a couple of party animals like us crave (as long as we're in bed by 10:00pm!). The Lamai Beach was actually pretty good if a little crowded- nice big waves that tossed you around in a fun way (and deposited beach sand in areas that beach sand doesn't belong in)
On the other side of the island we found our spot- the Coconut Villa and Resort was almost completely isolated but it had all of the key essentials that make for a pampered stay. Private beach, spa, two pools including a long 94 metre beast that would give us a shot at some cardio workouts, a beachfront bar and restaurant, and nice big a/c rooms with multiple fluffy pillows. DH immediately parlayed the guilt associated with my not delivering a suitable Valentines Day gift into a second week at this little bit of paradise. It was almost alarming to see how quickly DH settled into the sun-tanner lifestyle (Christine L would be proud)- while I was busily staking a claim to the somewhat elusive shady parts, DH was constantly repositioning her lounger to catch the maximum sun possible (apparently shadows are the bane of any serious sun worshiper) and she put in a number of full days (with only occasional breaks for lunch and non-alcoholic Happy Hour pina coladas). Over the 14 days we only left the resort twice- once to spend a full day circling the island on scooters aka hogs, and once to visit Chaweng Beach which was a more grown-up version of Lamai (there were a number of hopping beach parties with some serious drinking going on which maybe explained the number of men wearing tiny Speedo's... at least I think they were wearing Speedo's??). All of her hard work paid off and by the end of our two week stay DH was a captivating bronzed goddess, so much so that I didn't even notice the topless, blond German girl wearing a micro bottom who showed up on our last day at the resort
We now have to get geared up to resume our traveling (which might require some extra time since DH can't pass a mirror without checking out her new tan). Even with our change in direction, however, the next couple of months will see us near beaches or in the ocean so this might become habit-forming.
And to all those many people who emailed us with concern that they hadn't heard from us in quite some time (mom & Sid H) there's nothing to worry about- there's just not much to say about 14 straight days of suntanning!