Ko Chang. A dream island where international best friends meet to drink, eat, and swim. Oh, and we mustn't forget--drive. We had a gang of 7: Eric, Anna and Tamara, the ethno-botonists; Paul, the political philospher and his wife Jessica, the IR Queen of mosquito killing; and B and I. We stayed in bungalows on the beach and lived like hedonists with one week to live. Our days involved getting up before 10:30 to catch the breakfast buffet at the restaurant, swim, have hermit crab races on the beach, hop on the motos to the next beach, repeat, eat amazing seafood lunches and play frisbee with the local dogs. We would vary the afternoons with massages, hikes to the waterfalls, naps, and more swimming. Evenings were all about karaoke and late night beer Changs on the bungalow veranda playing dice games and feeding Big Mama and Curly (our favourite dogs) lobster flavoured potato chips.
It was all fun and games until Big Mama bit Paul. The owner and manager of our bungalows said that they got their rabies shots regularily but to be safe Paul took a trip to the hospital on the other side of the island to get his vaccine. A brief glitch in the otherwise perfect week of sun and surf.
Naomi
