Thai Rhapsody. Song final
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On the day before departure, we had no choice but to go back to the beach of the Centara Hotel. As we walked along the beach past one of the massage parlors, a woman approached us with a booklet. I took it and said "maybe leter". The woman, in joy, ran away somewhere, and when she returned, she handed me a bag of chopped fruit. There you are, damn it! Now it seems like I have to. Anyway! Ufa residents were crazy about massage. And to be honest, I've never done it. Well, I was in the hammam once in Kemer. I don’t remember the quality of the massage there, but I remember very well how they brazenly tried to swindle us for a hundred bucks. In short, I decided to taste this pleasure after the beach.
On the beach of Centara, we again met with Tamara and Rustem, although we did not agree. They told us that as soon as they arrived, they managed to meet Croatian animators here, who gave them free tickets to use the hotel services, which, as I already wrote, cost 350 baht per person. For this, Tamara had to participate in aerobics with the animators. So they spent free 3 or 4 days. Tamara even got some kind of cocktail, which cost more than a hundred baht here. And today there were no animators. Rustem went to the entrance to ask around. It turned out that in addition to 350 baht, you also need to pay taxes, it seems, 17% of the amount. No, it's already too much! We settled down, like us, on the sand in the shade from the trees.
In the bag that the masseuse gave me, there were three bananas, five slices of pineapple, and even slices of watermelon. Okay, I'll go work. What kind to choose? Verka said that back massage is a dangerous business. They can harm. I was not too afraid of this, but I still decided to choose a foot massage.
In the salon, hung with flags of various countries, where I pointed at the line "reflexology", they still laid me on my stomach and began to knead my back. Yes, so much so that I even doubted whether it was a woman sitting on my back? I couldn't see. Rustem said that a man massages men, and a woman massages women. However, on the next couch, the aunt in years was doing a massage by a young boy. Special order, apparently?
Having wrinkled my back from the heart, they turned me over. Then I saw that a young girl was doing it. However, she has pens! The girl began to knead my feet. After them came the turn of the shoulders.
It's been almost an hour. Vadik and Verka came up. Photo for memory. I'm in front, if anything.
To say that I really liked it, it’s not. I didn’t feel much pain, nor was it extremely pleasant. “How I was born into the world” - I couldn’t say about myself. I lived without massage before, I think I can manage without it in the future.
Paid 300 baht indicated in the price tag. Although Rustem said that he paid them 200. The girl ran away and brought me another bag of fruit. For free, please!
Then everything went according to the usual scenario: lunch at the food center, rest at home, and sunset on the embankment. But this time, as they say, “the fox died, ” and Verka decided to honor him (sunset) with her presence. Apparently, therefore, although it is impossible to say for sure, the sunset did not take place. From the mainland, a black, black, rumbling cloud was pearling, and we considered it good to carry our feet faster.
Opposite the embankment, trances crowded in full dress, luring them to their show. Well, good, of course, do not say anything! I can only dream of such breasts! But Verka had never seen them before! And when one of the celestial creatures leaned towards her from a height of almost two meters, added by 10 cm studs, and suggested “make picche” in a “gentle” voice, Verka shied away in horror.
We did not have time to run home. Wet to the skin again. It turns out that Verka had a raincoat, which she put on. But he helped her little - the rain was sincere. The curse of the monkey trail is a little late today.
Wet as horseshit, we went into our cafe and ate soup each. And then we went home to drink.
We had a flight at 15.30. I booked a transfer for 12.00. Nobody went to the beach with me in the morning. Vadik considered it better to walk less and left to pack his backpacks. But Verka simply did not go. We agreed to meet her on the embankment at half past ten and spend the remaining baht.
After sitting on the beach for half an hour, poking into the sea, taking a dip, I again saw Rustem and Tamara. And how we caught on with our tongues, until Verka came for me! I was very sorry to part with them. But we did not exchange electronic coordinates. I don't know why. Live communication, however, is better. God willing, see you again. The ball is small.
Leaving 450 baht for travel, Verka and I thrashed everything clean. However, not as much as is customary.
Total I spent on home shopping:
Shorts - 450
T-shirts (2 pcs. ) - 400
Jumpsuit - 350
Flip flops - 80
Children's backpack in the form of an elephant - 200
Children's white hooded beach robe - 250
Large microfiber towel - 250
Crystal desics (4 pcs) - 200
Soap (12 pcs. ) - 400
Mango (3 pcs. ) - 100
Rum 1x0.7 and 2x0.35 - 605
Total: 3285
That's a little over a hundred bucks.
We dined at home with beer with fried wings and liver (liver and navel). For the first time we got it and it cost only 30 baht. Nobody ate the stuffed pineapple. Even a cat. Therefore, it was ruthlessly thrown out.
While we were having lunch, we watched a picture: a longtail was dragged past the house on a gun carriage - from where and where? We didn't even bother to find out where the road leads. Perhaps she goes to the beach of Centara or somewhere else. The pointer was to Centara. But we are not lazy - we went around.
Turning at a right angle with such a load is not easy, but the carrier did it.
At the appointed time, a songteo came for us and took us to the airport with a breeze.
By the way, I failed to register online. But we did it at the airport without any problems. Since we brought almost nothing new home, I checked in only one backpack in my luggage. He weighed 11 kg. I was very worried that he would only fly to Bangkok and asked again five times and double-checked the tag. The girl at the counter was getting impatient.
Krabi airport is not remembered for anything, except for the sparrows in the room. And here I was forced to take off my flip-flops! This has never happened before! Okay, closed shoes, but flip flops... And they drove me through some kind of tricky camera. Remember the movie The 5th Element? - "Put your hands on the circles! ". It was about the same. Or was it in Bangkok and not Krabi? Security is serious here. Including fingerprints.
Either I was sitting on the wrong side, or we immediately headed north, but I didn’t see a beautiful coast with islands from the plane. Abidnaa!
We cuckooed for 4 hours in Bangkok. Vadik was barely crawling, holding on to his side. And the distance had to be overcome decent. Treadmills do not cover everything.
I ordered Bolognese pasta for dinner. But they didn't! Why, you ask, to write in the menu? Then they brought me some fish with vegetables, which was not on the menu. Delicious, but I didn't finish it. How tired I am of all foreign food! Believe it or not, including mango. We didn't even buy a house for ourselves. Only three things for children. I wanted borscht! And purees! And cutlets! Just an apple, after all. In Ao Nang, of course, there are a lot of different catering outlets for every taste and budget, but we tried to eat Thai and inexpensive in order to feel it, so to speak. We felt the worst!
Under the white wine and the movie, the second segment was completely nothing. Vadik drank whiskey, and it helped a little as anesthesia. A strange flawed moon was floating in the porthole - it lacked a piece not from the side, as in our area, but from above!
We were in Doha at about one in the morning. We were to spend 6 hours here. I was whispered that there are "quiet rooms" around here somewhere. We went to look for them. But first we managed to find a fountain with drinking water. Bottles from the plane are mercilessly taken away during the inspection. And with a long docking, water is needed like air! So don't throw away empty containers.
It was not without difficulty that we found rooms for sleeping. It seemed that there was a pointer, and they knew where to look approximately, but still I had to ask the attendant.
The men's bedroom was packed. But I found one place for Vadik and put him there. When I left, I noticed that there were women there too. And next to Vadik, the man was about to leave, but I had already dragged the wheelbarrow with backpacks to the neighboring women's room and left Verka there. So I went to her. The women's room was half empty. Armchairs can only be called comfortable. At home, I would not fall asleep on this in my life. But now I was exhausted both physically and mentally, so I pulled on the mask from the set and dozed off. Some of them were right on the floor. There is carpet everywhere.
The quiet room was also called conditionally. Behind the conditional wall, a child screamed heart-rendingly. Therefore, my state of sleep can also be called conditionally. And Verka couldn’t sleep at all - she was afraid of being late for the flight, and her problems with sleep are even worse than mine.
I woke up from the cold. I didn’t bother to change shorts for jeans, but now I’m cold. And Verka later told me that the men from the upper gallery, passing by, were staring at my half-naked ass through a transparent wall. I'm sorry, right? A couple more years and they will stop staring.
I decided to wear jeans. And these southern people love the cold! She took off her shorts and put on pants. And only then I saw that gender unity was not observed in our hut either. One man took place.
I went for Vadik. And he says: “Women come, dismantle the men, but no one takes me! ”. Well, if you still have the strength to joke, then everything is not so bad.
A few more hours and we'll be home! Having safely received back my backpacks from luggage, I called a taxi. I received an SMS in which there was a figure of 228 UAH. What is it? It would cost 300 by bus to the station for three, and 240 by train. And I was also surprised at the strange prices for transport in Krabi.
Verka did a great job helping me to carry our backpacks, even if they weren't very heavy. At the station, they sat down near the exit to the platform. From below, from the passage, a bucket was drawn. Kapets! Europa!
We took turns going to Puhata Khata, where Vadik and I enjoyed the borscht, puree and cutlet to the fullest. We bought dinner for the train at the eco-market.
We still had a few dozen painful minutes. The bucket stopped pulling - it pulled with smelly smoked coal, which clogged the previous smell. So much so that at times it hurt my eyes! ". . . and the smoke of the fatherland is sweet and pleasant to us. " Uh-huh!
At a nearby bench, a large company of middle-aged men and women from Sourzhikom asked in a raised voice why no one thought to buy something to take on the train? They had 20 minutes before departure. We giggled wickedly. We got it!
We announced the arrival of our train. We decided to go to the platform, in the hope that it would be better to breathe there. Naive! In addition to our train (this time the usual, not luxury), Kyiv-Odessa was also standing on the platform, which mercilessly smoked in our direction. And our carriages have not yet been opened. But why not trudge back to the station building with things?
Finally, the Odessa stinker set sail, and ours was standing on the leeward side of us, so it stank in the other direction. A couple came up and asked if this was a train to Odessa? I said he just left. How did you leave? Does he have an arrival at 16.30? Yes, not an arrival, I say, but a departure! He's not passing! What is an arrival?
Leaving the victims on the platform, we plunged. It turned out that Vadik, who was buying return tickets, was fooled and took two top and one bottom seats. If earlier it was not critical, since both of us prefer from above, now Vadik had absolutely nothing to do on the top shelf. Verka had to perform an acrobatic etude with climbing onto the top shelf. How I cried! She neighed with me, losing her last strength. But on the forty-eighth attempt, she succeeded.
A fellow traveler has arrived. I immediately christened him "dokhtur" - an intelligent look, gray-haired and with glasses. On the phone he had Yolkin's ringtone "Oh handsome boy. " I thought that he would kindly offer Verka to change places. Aha! Schaz! Even Verkin did not help with a subtle hint that if she fell on him at night while trying to visit the toilet, let him not be frightened. To which he replied that in his youth he was engaged in sports acrobatics, and a partner falling on him is a common thing. Oh, I don’t think he had partners who could compete with Verka!
He also put on glasses! Well, God bless him!
The journey was uneventful. The surgeon who operated on Vadik was called from the road. He agreed to take him tomorrow. But that's a completely different story.
Conclusions and suggestions.
For two in Thailand, 700 dollars were spent, including the cost of a hotel and buying a home, which is 200 dollars more than in Sri Lanka (by 40%). I can’t say that they didn’t deny themselves anything, but they didn’t die of hunger and sobriety. Something to see. Compared to Goa and Sri Lanka, it is more civilized here - cows, traders, dogs do not hang around on the beach. The food is better, and, perhaps, we spent less on food here. And strong alcohol here is somewhat cheaper (60 percent) than in Sri Lanka, but 3 times more expensive than in Goa. But the trouble with transport in Krabi! We are used to moving around Goa and Sri Lanka on penny buses. And here we spent a lot of money on songthaews and taxis, and the distances were relatively short. True, a couple of times I met such a bus:
As you can see from the inscriptions on its side, it goes all the way to Klong Muang, but how often does it go and how much does it cost, xs.
Nature, of course, is gorgeous, but big hotels will kill it. I would forbid them to build in such places. In addition, I think they will soon crush cheap bungalows, and in addition to insanely expensive transport, there will also be insanely expensive housing here.
The basin in which I smuggled tweezers into Tai and some shells back was significantly damaged. I don’t know what they did with the luggage, but it (the basin) was deformed outrageously. The shells, however, were not damaged.
At home, she began to clean some strange fruit brought from there. A scorpion fell out from under the peel on the floor. Looks like it's even alive. He did not have time to crawl away - maman slammed him with a slipper. Then another one showed up. I managed to capture this.
Aguzarova's song sounds:
“Recently I visited a wonderful country.
There are reefs splashing in an amber wave.
Centuries froze in the shady gardens
And the colors of flamingos are floating clouds...
You will understand me -
You won't find a better country! "
