Ko Chang

Yes, it is indeed an island paradise.   Huh, how about that?

Always keep a Minion around, just in case.  One never knows, does one? 

It's the fourth biggest island in Thailand. And it's a huge draw for package tours from Europe. And I missed it all. Missed the beaches anyway, missed them altogether and ended up deep in the jungle of the foothills of this mountainous island.

Jungle Way Guesthouse. This place was the real deal, a ramshackle group of creaky bungalows on stilts along a jungle stream. No wifi, no computer, no road. Really, it was 300 meyers up a dirt path from an elephant camp.

Bob Marley and Che' are still alive here at The Way. No one makes it back here who needs to be entertained or who cares about ants.

It's four kilometers from the main road at Ban Khlong Son, the closest thing to a real village on the North end. From there it's eight klick to the ferry and an hour to the mainland and forty minutes to Trat.

So I did nothing in the jungle. Made friends with the local mutts. Read my book. Tried to coax the ants to go somewhere else. Did you know that ants are highly untrainable? Well it's true. Hard-headed little bastards.

This morning it was a scooter ride to a Song Theuw, to another ST, confusion, then clarity, then a speedboat and, voila! I am in the tiny island of Ko Wai.

Wifi is almost none-existent, and mostly imaginary when it does exist. So the blog posting is going to be very spotty.

Anyway, it's an island paradise and I'm living large. All is well and better.