Three day weekend. The natural choice was to hit up Ao Nang again for some chillin' at the beach--storm or no storm. The solo song-tao ride over was pretty sweet, as I got to move about the cab freely, snapping pictures, feeling the liberation of wind blowing in my hair as I surveyed the familiar sights of lush, green landscape and towering mountains and caves. I got into town and had the "American breakfast" that consisted of heart-shaped over hard eggs with packeted chili sauce, bacon, toast, cold butter, Best Foods strawberry jam, orange juice from concentrate, and Lipton tea. Yes. Then, I proceeded to walk down the same beach strip dotted with four and five-star resorts, Thai restaurants, beauty salons and massage shalas. I had a mind to make it into the cute and comfortable little cafe I sat in last weekend. The wifi connection here is a bit spotty today, as the winds have quickly picked up and the rain has been ushered in. The sets of waves are getting pretty steady now and the water has gone from jewel-toned in the distance to a uniform murky brownish-grey color all around. The far off limestone rock formations now have an eerie cloak of fog around themselves, looking all mysterious. And here I am, tucked away inside of a cafe, sipping on my now lukewarm coffee with milk and sugar, watching it all go down.
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