Next stop on the trip for us was a toss up between Koh Phi Phi and Koh Lanta. We were more thinking about going to Ko Lanta rather than Phi Phi but after a recommendation from a Ladyboy (who worked in the travel office) we decided to go to Koh Phi Phi.
We instantly regretted our decision because we heard that Phi Phi was a mega tourist island and that all there is is people partying 24/7 and rubbish everywhere. Once we got there though we were pleasantly surprised. Yes there is rubbish around on the beach but we were expecting a lot worse than what we found. That being said there was a trash pile inland a bit that was kept alight the whole time we were there. The non stop parties we heard about were actually quite tame, due to it being low season, and were mainly contained to one side of the island. That also being said, we did ventured onto the party beach a few times to tear up the dance floor.
The highlight of our time on Phi Phi was the trip we took to Maya Bay or commonly known as ‘The Beach’ beach, from the movie The Beach. On that day we paired up with an American couple and a Canadian girl and we chartered a long tail to take us to the smaller, neighbouring island known as Phi Phi Leh. The long tail took us around the coast of the island where we regularly stopped to go swimming and snorkelling. When we got close to Maya Bay we had the choice of going in from the other side of the island and walking to the beach or to motor into the beach on the long tail. Going in from the other side was the more adventurous option and that the one we took. In order to get there we had to leave the boat, swim a short distance to the rocks and then navigate through a tunnel that had waves crashing through it. That led to a series of ropes and ladders that had been lashed together and went up a rock face in an intricate web…known as Maya’s web. Once up the rock face it was a short walk to ‘The Beach’.
The beach was beautiful, no doubt about it and we were lucky on that day. Normally during high season the beach is swarmed by groups of up to 2000 people but the fact that it was low season (and pretty late in the afternoon) ment that the beach was practically deserted. For the last 20 minutes of our stay we had the beach to ourselves…it was special.
Okay, I’ve gone on long enough in this post without a horror story… This time the accommodation was pretty good, the bungalow was relatively clean and we felt we could comfortably stay there a few days. On our second night there we were relaxing in the room and Jasmin decided to start playing the maultrommel (a musical instrument that you play with your mouth) and this spooked something that was living on the roof. We heard some kind of animal make a really high-pitched squeal for about 20 seconds before it started scuttling around on the roof in a panic. It scared the shit out of us. Eventually it sounded like it fell out of the roof and into the bathroom. The thing calmed down but we could still hear it moving. I wasn’t sure what it was but it sounded big. I figured it had to be a monkey or a large lizard. After a short while I built up the courage to go in and see what it was. I armed myself with the skateboard and I got Jasmin to go outside. We turned the light off in to room in the hope that it would run towards the lights outside. I stood back from the door and used the skateboard to ease it open and flicked the light on. I was petrified, thinking something would jump out and bite me, but nothing did. The bathroom was empty but the animal must have been trapped in between the ceiling and the roof because I could still hear it. We were pretty freaked out at this stage so we left the room and went into town for a few hours. When we got back we could still hear it and I continued to hear it moving around form time to time over the next few days.