The next morning we went back to the pier and bought tickets for the ferry to Koh Phangan. We had a few hours to kill so Paul and I shared a watermelon from a street stall and the other guys had a quick kip. The ferry took about 30 min and on our arrival Sao wanted to Imperial Death March us to our accommodation. The taxi hustlers assured us it was too far to walk, and in the insane-o heat conditions it didn't take much convincing the rest of us to get a taxi. Turns out the taxi hustlers were right as Golden Hill Resort was actually stradling a giant hill.
Goldenhill accommodation was pretty sweet, and while some of us lazed by the pool (to be served by the smiling assassin Thai man) Paul, Ev Mo and Sim went down to the beach hoping to get in some snorkelling. After a dangerous trek past some dog soldiers they got to the beach and Ev Mo proceeded to dive in. Much to his dismay the snorkelling was shithouse and Ev Mo emerged from the water a disgusted man.
As we sat by the pool watching the sun set discussion turned toward how far the island in the distance of the above photo was. Sao staked his claim at 20 km, Sim 10 km and Ev Mo and I 7 km. Paul was adamant that his scientifically accurate vector arm point estimate technique was correct at 3 km. After mocking Paul's distance calculation technique we asked the smiling Thai man how far away he thought it was, and he pulled out the same arm-waving technique and said 3 km, much to our ammusement and Paul's joy.
Soon enough day became night and 1 longneck of Chang became 5. Ev Mo, in his wisdom, decided it would be a good idea to start his fitness regime and promptly swam/flailed 5 laps of butterfly in the pool. Moments later Ev Mo is hunched over the side of the pool spewing into his hand and making a nice pile of spew on the edge of the pool.
