Journey on
Hours before the ferry to Koh Tao, we kill time with ATM runs, exploring, and watching a sidewalk morph into a vibrant market with a chatty announcer.
Indecisiveness lengthens our wait for supper. An English menu mixes up the dish I meant to order, but my radna plate is still good. Funny how 'fried noodle' can result in three or four different dishes, before considering spices.
The ferry is a giant dorm room with tiny sharedbunk beds. Headphones required. The boat rocks the comfort right out of me. I canhardly walk to the bathroom without gripping bed posts.
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