Well, after the "bike" incident, we made up our minds to move on from Koh Tao. She is undoubtedly beautiful, and we had fallen for her advances, but we had almost forgotten that we were in Thailand. Everything is in English, no Thai culture or tourists..... life is easy, a little too easy.
So we board a Chumpon bound ferry, and aim for Myanmar to recharge our Thai visa. Chumpon feels like we have just arrived in Thailand again. The language, the FOOD- night markets, ordering food in Thai again- another buzz forgotten on the islands.
The bus ride from Chumpon to Ranong goes quickly, and we step out to a sleepy little town of 24,000. Though Ranong is the provincial capital, is it laid back and relaxed and we easily manoeuvre around the touts and stroll into town. We find a room and share a bottle of Chang (the local beer) as the sun slips below the mountains of Burma.
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