Ko Samui and the Return of the Scooter

Indi and I arrived on the island of Ko Samui yesterday by ferry…after an overnight bus trip from Bangkok. I tell you, those never get any easier. We arrived at a small port town at about 5 AM Monday morning and sat at a closed cafe for three hours before the local bus to the ferry arrived. Nothing runs on a schedule in S.E. Asia. Nevertheless, we made it onto the island by about 11:30.

We befriended a local guesthouse owner on the boat over (no doubt his purpose on the boat) and he gave us a lift from the docks. Indi was dropped off at her detox resort on the western shores (she’s there for a week) and I went to the laid back beach of Mae Nam on the northern part of the island. It’s about $12/day for a single room w/fan and cold shower. I still hate cold showers, but it overlooks the pool and it’s peaceful. Sold! I took a nap and generally laid about the rest of yesterday and met some German fellows in the little restaurant. They said they were going for a ride the next day and invited me. Since I’d planned on renting a motorbike anyway, I was happy to accept.

This morning I awoke at 8. I had breakfast (peanut butter and toast, YUM) and put up the listing for the house (thanks again all!) before we set out. For $7.30 I rented a 125cc scooter for the entire day. A pack of four scooters set out from the inn and searched for our own private beach.

I didn’t truly realize how much I missed riding. Although I don’t think I got over 40 mph it was exhilarating! We didn’t drive but maybe 15 km when we found a suitable beach but it felt like forever. Once we dismounted and did some rock hopping, we found ourselves alone on a stretch of beach. We spent a few hours there swimming, sunning, and relaxing. I spent time burning as well. I wonder when that will stop.

On the drive back, I was struck by the amount of choices that my bike opened up. Where did I want to eat? I could drive anywhere! I’d been living so long in terms of ‘walking distance’ that the sheer availability of restaurants, shops, and bars paralyzed me. Should I stop here? What about here? I can keep going and stop over there. I opted to return to the inn for a nice (cold, ugh) shower.

After dinner, my new friends and I plan on sitting in the pool and having some beers. A great cap for a great day.

About rhysfunk

Rhys Martin was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1981. In 2009, he sold everything he owned and left the country, living out of a backpack for ten months. He discovered a passion for photography while traveling throughout Southeast Asia and Europe. After returning home, he looked at his home town and Oklahoma heritage with fresh eyes. When he began to explore his home state, Rhys turned his attention to historic Route 66. As he became familiar with the iconic highway, he began to truly appreciate Oklahoma’s place along the Mother Road. He has traveled all 2,400 miles of Route 66, from Chicago to Los Angeles. He has also driven many miles on rural Oklahoma highways to explore the fading Main Streets of our small towns. Rhys has a desire to find and share the unique qualities of the Sooner State with the rest of the world. Cloudless Lens Photography has been featured in several publications including This Land, Route 66 Magazine, Nimrod Journal, Inbound Asia Magazine, The Oklahoman, and the Tulsa World. In 2018 he published his first book, Lost Restaurants of Tulsa. Rhys loves to connect with people and share his experiences; ask him about enjoyable day trips from Tulsa, locations along Route 66, and good diners or burger joints along the way.
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1 Response to Ko Samui and the Return of the Scooter

  1. We appreciate your sacrifices. When will the madness end 😛

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