Khao Lak

Halloh. Picasa has a new version, 3.6, and I'm not smart enough to make it work. The kind lady at the internet shop helped me. I watched the Superbowl with David in Phenom Phen. The Pickeled Parrot bar is open 24 hours. That was handy, as the game was Monday morning at 6:30. I flew to BKK the next morning. A strange thing happened at the Phenom Phen airport. I had triple bagged my little stash of pot in my check in luggage. I cleared the metal detector but was singled out and sent back downstairs to the inner sanctum. The checked bag X ray revealed something of interest. Not the pot, but a tiny tube that was in my beard trimming tools bag. The lady was curious. I showed her that the tube was oil to lubricate the cutting blades of the trimmer. She was satisfied.
The connection was brilliant! My airplane landed on time. There was no line at immigration. The AE 4 shuttle to the main train station was waiting for me. The next train was in one hour. That afternoon I was in Hua Hin for a little 'leelax' time while waiting for David to catch up. In two days we were on awful night bus to Khao Lak, a small seaside town and gateway to great diving sites.
The 2004 Tsunami battered Khao Lak. The area suffered the most death and destruction of all the Thai coastline. There were bodies everywhere. This 80 foot police boat was anchored one KM offshore. It was pushed two KM inland. It's still there. I remember reading that 5,000 Swedes were killed.
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