Similan Islands
It’s a sign you’ve gotten too used to reckless New York taxi cabs when someone driving the speed limit with their white-knuckled hands super glued to 10 and 2 makes your skin crawl. My flight from Chiang Rai to Phuket landed on time and in one piece. I had a private driver that made the two hour trip up to Khao Lak. Excited to finally be in the islands, I was looking forward to the windows down and the radio up—a wish I regretted immediately when we pulled over to turn on the radio and the radio painfully played the slowest Thai music ever created. The music was so depressing I half expected Sarah McLachlan to appear for an impromptu PETA commercial on animal abuse. Arriving in Khao Lak at Casacool (“cool” is in the name, how could this go wrong?), I took note of the brightly colored buildings and the stones throw proximity to the dive center. I walked into the hotel ready to unload my luggage and begin exploring the area. Unfortunately, Casacool overbooked and I didn’t end