I can't say we've been roughing it up to this point. Actually I think we've been over spending a little by choosing comfort over budget. We arrived at Bailan Beach Resort after sunset so we couldn't really see what we paid for. We got the key from reception and headed to the room. It was obviously designed for families as it had it double bed and a bunk bed, but it was really nice and cozy. After we settled in, we all jumped into our bathing suits and went for a late swim. The swim was very peaceful. It was one of those infinity pools that overlook the ocean. Plus with no light pollution you could see the stars perfectly.
After the swim Erin and myself took a stroll up to the "main street" of the beach area. It wasn't really a street, just a road with a few small mom & pop businesses. We found a small store and bought a bottle of vodka (reoccurring theme here for us), and went looking for a place to eat. We found a small restaurant called Coconut Hut. The family running it was very nice and inviting, as the Thai people usually are. You'll hear me say this a lot... The food here is never bad... Well maybe in Pattaya... Anyway, we found ourselves back here again during the visit to this island because it was so good.
Once we got back to the room we took the bottle of vodka to the beach for some late drinks. The beach wasn't great for swimming because it was kinda rocky, but this was especially true at night because you couldn't see the rocks. Jordanna (as usual) wanted to swim but the staff advised against it. She did end up walking out on the rocks with a flashlight to explore though. Turns out there were tons of hermit crabs walking around along the shore. You could actually hear the clicking of their shells. I really wish I had a better pictures but they all turned out dark and blurry. About halfway through the bottle of vodka we met our first foreign friends. They were a young Russian couple named Julia and Prussia. Prussia or by his other names Pablo or Paul didn't speak any English, but luckily Julia spoke pretty good English. She did an awesome job translating the conversations for the entire night. We talked a little hockey, music and compared cultures before heading to bed for the night. Before going seperate ways, we agreed to meet the following night for drinks at a beach club down the road.
We woke up the next morning, and I was pretty hungover from finishing the bottle vodka. The girls were fine though. They decided to go for a swim while waiting to me to pull myself together. About an hour later they came back and told me that the place was beautiful. By this time I was ready to head out for breakfast, so we all headed out together. The place was amazing (Well except for the construction that started at 7am, but I don't hold it against them). I quickly at breakfast and headed to the pool.
The pool was just as refreshing as the night before. Maybe even more since it was now 30+ degrees. We also took a dip into the ocean. I can't say it was the best beach I've swam in because of the rocks, but it was still nice no less. The rest of the day was spent being lazy and eating at the Coconut Hut.
Around 9pm we met up with Julia and Prussia as we planned the night before, and caught a taxi to the next beach strip. I guess they had met a dude a couple days before who was DJing at this party and wanted to check it out. The party place was a bar overlooking the beach. Pretty awesome backdrop really. There we're even Thai dudes fire dancing.
However, the music was horrible. I expect that we'll be hearing a lot of electronic music over here, but this was early 90's school dance shit. Ah well, I can make the best of anything with some drinks. Since no one was really dancing we sat around a shot the shit. Turns out that young Russians have a lot in common with young Canadians. Jobs, wages, living conditions, vacationing and even political views. They weren't all 1 for 1 but pretty close. We took turns buying shots of tequila, trying to outdo each others generosity. I don't think anyone really won that battle... Unless you count the hangover he next day. Once the alcohol took over we headed to the dance floor (which was really just the sandy beach). It was a pretty funny experience. Erin and myself were dancing in front of the DJ booth almost in a mocking way. The DJ was oblivious to us being dick though and thought he was the shit instead.
By this time it was close to 3am so we jumped in a taxi and headed back to the hotel. We said goodnight to the Russians and setting a meeting time around 11am the next morning. We're checking out and heading to another resort in the morning so we wanted to say goodbye and thanks for the good time. Sadly I think the tequila ruined that moment. They didnt make it to breakfast. I can't say I blamed them because I felt like death and was barely able to keep my food down. We hopped into a taxi around noon and headed to our next destination... Oasis.