Fili’s world

Arrrr…

A 30 minute taxi from Haad-rin to Thung-Sala. Then a 4 hour ferry through a storm to what was suppose to be Surat Thani, but wasn’t. Another bus, which turned out to be a mini-mini-mini-van, that stopped two times for at least one hour to the Krabi bus station for 4 hours, then another crappy taxi to town. I’m exhausted.

Leaving Ko-Phangan wasn’t easy. Last couple’o days have stepped up the routine to a comfy feeling that was hard to break off from.

The last night I was walking around the main(only)street with Ofrah. The last night… Internet cafes were full of Israelies watching a tiny 2×2 pixel screens with semi-realtime video internet broadcast of the Macabbi Tel Aviv basketball game. If you’d consentrate hard enough, you could actually feel the earth shake with cheers everytime Anthony Parker or Baston gave a cool slamdunk.
The usual walk. Starting from Ofrah’s Sarikatang through the smashed-frogs road, on to Same-Same dutch guesthouse, then a right turn to my little friend’s bookshop on the corner. Passing through the endless huge Hebrew “achla sababa achi, bombs to the eyebrows, missiles to the eyelashes” signs hanging on the Massage houses, seeing the crowds watch another Ben-Stiler comedy, and sitting down at the world-famous Mama Schnitzel and Chicken Corner hangouts.
Some sandwiches, a couple’o drinks, some laughs. It takes 10 minutes for slick Ziv to notice us, stop by and whine about seeing his myth-ex with her boyfriend (who’s actually Ofrah’s friend). Only 10 minutes later - Yoavi and Ronen come by with the crep and beer. Later on, many head for the usual Cactus (MTV)/Zoom (Psychedelic-trance) clubs. Some go to get drunk off the horrible SongSam whiskey buckets, some to dance, some to catch lonely girls/boys. Routine, a wonderful Ko-Phangan routine.

And the last wonderful morning routine…

Every morning for 2 weeks, it never fails (M-me S-Seabreeze folks)
M : “Morning”
S : “‘orning”
M : “How are you?”
S : “Hot, Thailand too hot”

Then on to the (1 baht dialup) internet place (M-me, G-good looking cute girl)
G : “‘orning…”
M : “Hey, how’re you…”
G : “Good… good… quiet” /great smile/
then leaving…
G : “You… you come again…”
M : “I’ll miss you…”
G : “I’ll miss you…” /greater smile/

Breakfast at the thai place (M-me, L-the warm cook lady)
M : “Morning… Thai idol?”
L : “Yes yes, good good, number 2, number 2″
M : “Nah, number 3 is better, always number 3″
Then number 2 wins again and she seems to go wild with joy outsmarting the farangi.

There’s nothing like routine.