The Voyage

It started out simply enough, as these things do. John and I were whiling away the heat of the day on Koh Mook, enjoying a cigar and a cold one. The peace was abruptly broken by the arrival of two boisterous Scotsmen, Jimmie and Stewart (Sturt, one syllable). They were accompanied by their temporary Thai friends, Bam and Bee.

We were engaged in some friendly banter, gave as good as we got, and when the time came bid them a good day and continued on our Mookville adventures.

John and I climbed to Hill Top, a fantastic little Thai family place where, once again, the kids serve as the wait staff and are cute as buttons. Satisfied with a plate of Pad Siew, we dropped over the hill to Mookville so John could see what I was talking about.

We took an island taxi back, 50 baht each for a ride in a little side car cage attached to a little scooter. I swear, I could here the poor motor pleading for mercy as we climbed the jungle road, everything glowing in the almost full moon.

Back at the beach bar, John and I settled in for an intense wave washing session only to be joined by Jimmie and Bam. Much drinking, hilarity and what-not ensued, with Jimmie inviting us aboard their sailing yacht for the trip to Phuket. We agreed, chalking it up to camaraderie and whiskey. Nothing would really come of it.

Oh, wrong we were Boyos.

This pic shows Jimmie at the helm and Stewart lending moral support.