big screen in front of the sea prepared for the World Cup witness the sad ending of our national team, faithful mirror of the unstoppable decline of my beloved country , I drown my dollllorrre in fried fish while the stunned boy stand brings me the cold beer, and a gift of his own free will ... with an innocent smile, handing me the schedule of upcoming matches of the tournament until the end, I look at it (simply craving the warmth of his neck between my hands) and I thank him ... while thinking in my mind football fans if they follow of unpronounceable.
Fortunately the next day Daniel comes, even to the delight of Martin to tell the truth, which is a nice guy but rather talkative and a lot of british with me and my English awanagana speeches often end up with a Doh!, now it's up to her talk, and how ... J .
not waste time and the next day we rent the bike and start to explore nearby areas.
addition to the sea there are also temples and Buddhist caves really beautiful (except for the stairs), so the days go by so: the search for new shores, "quick" stop in the local seafood restaurants, attempts at communication with residents (often vain), and hiking in the hills, a labor ... eh?
The sea is exciting also because of the rainy season but the tranquility of the place and the friendliness of its inhabitants (and the big market for groceries evening J ) pays the ongoing jokes of the time.
One day we also went to visit the nearby border with the "Myanmar" where every morning there's a pretty interesting market, according to Martin ... In fact it was rather disappointing, except for the stalls selling varieties of plants unknown to me, especially Daniela hoping to find something of interest for its market, all the rest are Chinese junk or something, but it was strange for me to be there a few meters from that country that months ago I was not allowed to cross, I look at it from here, two steps and I would be in Burma, one of the last almost unchanged by the charm, appeals to me more and more especially after seeing the eyes and faces of people who exchange their products every day a few meters from the same border, but I also know that I would not have the freedom to explore as I wish because of yet another foolish government, the military regime to tell the truth, which controls and forces, and prohibits and stifles the soul and tears to those who just want to simply live a life ... s empre a few meters ...
The last day we decided to complete the tour de force climbing the temple of the city between the disturbing macaques, many, too many, fortunately with us 4 are other people who hired a woman selling bananas to visit at least distract you ... claims. The temple is deserted and a bit ' neglected but it is pleasant thanks to the ubiquitous frangipani trees in bloom everywhere emanating their penetrating fragrance, the beautiful views of the bay with the islands of limestone cliffs and colorful fishing boats Thai , really nice.
before returning the bike will also try to visit the temple on the hill in the middle of the military base just arrived but we are stunned before the particularities of "residents", the gibbons. entire families of docile and sweet gibbons from the long queue before invading the entire perimeter of the stairs leading to the temple (luckily, steep and long ... saved from primates J ), playing with puppies, smaller orange (?) fed by the anxious mothers to eat more trees, grass and wooden structures, they remain almost until sunset to take pictures and observe the gentleness of these animals and the beauty of this place in the middle of a military base ... without words.
We were really good with them, nice and helpful at all times, though I suspect that Daniel does not think exactly like that because of the logorrheic daily conversations with Martin and my performance nasal night, I gradually began to repent of his choice J .
After a few hours to arrive at the train station, the weather is beautiful, but the heat was stifling, the distance from the resort is about 2-3 km , backpacks weighing as we reflect on ... ability to call tuk tuk sidecar (nth Curious local vehicle), two guys on a truck drinks greet us, just stop them on the pretext of asking directions on the guest house consigliataci by M and L, and after a moment we find ourselves in the midst of boxes of coca cola behind the van, went right there , hangers J .
Accommodation is not great but is right on the seafront in front of the beach and there are only around for resorts in Thailand rather kitsch and expensive.
Even here there are very few foreigners, some with their partners Thai , others spend "vacations" after 6 months of work in Europe.
The place is small, there is the inevitable temple in the hill top (but accessible by bike J ) a fishing village and several Thai restaurants; further down the coast a few meters from the sea a residence rather tawdry and resorts (sporadic).
The beach is a stretch of desert sand that comes up in Bang Saphan ... I do not.
The next morning we decided to rent bikes again and head for the usual exploration, but very quietly, after 1 km of road between the green, some buildings under construction and some resorts , we catch sight of palm trees and hammocks can not resist ... and we stop to swim and sunbathe, no one around us (except for a man covered from head to foot with a long stick that breaks down the coconuts along the road to avoid "accidents" ... or maybe round?) .
How wonderful, yet we do not believe, miles of water for us all nothing is more beautiful than Prachuap.
Daniela despite its excellent Italian is at a loss for words "forward" (Roman short) then, as she tries (unsuccessfully) to help me with English I update the terms used in everyday language, such as: relaxation = pulping , ie ?? what we're living blissfully J .
After each stop, we move to other areas along the sea, we do several kilometers on the bike and pass seeds isolated places, like the little bay before Ban Saphang divinely where we ate on the beach near the sea and made the water bath post-lunch blue and transparent between crabs and small fish.
the streets a few farmers and fishermen intent to settle on long strips of dried fish, blue, very few vehicles on the road pretty much just us. It is true that along these roads there are some resorts , but they are usually surrounded by nature and not "glued" to each other, many almost invisible, no one occupies the beach and still are almost exclusively frequented by Thais on weekends or holidays, do not know if we were lucky in spite of the rainy season, but everything is very quiet, beautiful and the people are friendly as ever met in Thailand, always smiling and polite, maybe because the area is still not exploited by international tourism, I do not know, but it certainly is a place that I was unexpectedly abducted.
We spend so three days at the beach, sea and motorcycle tours, everything is better than you imagined, more Daniela you are getting a unique travel company, we basically agree on everything and we like the same things, we talk about different things and we both know different realities from their own, although it is extremely interesting woman Australiese (Those who get mad? J ) surely she does yoga at dawn, I think, and I blessed Ronfo (except the unusual morning when we woke up late both slightly disrupted without knowing why until French balding in the front room told us the brilliant idea of \u200b\u200bthe lady ... dawn sprayed downstairs a powerful poison for mosquitoes - one of the children contracted the dengue few days ago - basically a cloud has spread to hours throughout the building, causing a sort of "suspended animation" until 11, and without notice !!!!) but apart from that and the fact that tells me I sound like Borat (no, at best Albertone) I am really pleased to share this piece of her trip, hopefully not sick ... Andrea, Ban Krut
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