In Mueang Krabi, Krabi, Thailand.
Original postdate: 18/12/2011 @ 18:11
You should listen to this whilst reading this post.
We woke up in our quaint bungalow. After some lemon juice and club sandwiches, the eccentric German that is our host, Ollie, gave us a pamphlet with activities. In terms of beaches there were two options: Coconut Beach – a near-by beach, easy to find, in walking distance, easy option. And then there was the Secret Beach. Hard to find, 20 minutes by bicycle, then some mountains, then some more mountains and then a cliff and then you need to find a rope that leads down there from one of the shrubberies. With tidbits in the instructions such as “you won’t think it’s there, but trust me – it’s there!”
So of course, we went to the Secret Beach.
Call something a secret anything and people will be interested. I guess that was one of the great marketing strategies of THE Secret. I think I’ll just start calling everything a secret. No one knows I have a secret blog at marshmallownipples.com for example… You want to click it, don’t you? Just to see if it’s true. Anyways, after riding the bikes until we were disgustingly sweaty we arrived to this:
I couldn’t remember the last time I saw something this beautiful. I couldn’t remember the last time I rode a bicycle. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this happy. You see the cliff there? I sat there for a good 20 minutes thanking everything for being so awesome. Hippie-level 98. And then we swam and were silly. And then I asked Filip to take some nudes.
And then a crab stole my ring. I leaned back against the cliff. I dropped my ring in a hole. And then I tried taking it back but the hole was guarded by a crab who cut my finger in defense. True story.
Schneaky pictures are very sneaky. Probably the only picture I have of him that’s normal. Except the schneakiness.