I loved my time in both Chiang Mai and Bangkok, but landing in Krabi was a breath of fresh air (both literally and figuratively speaking). I was welcomed by the humid, island air as soon as we stepped off the plane and I knew that Krabi and I were going to get along well. Picturesque is the word that comes to mind first, but a gaggle of other adjectives could be used to describe the beauty of this place. Gigantic limestone cliffs, peach-colored powdery sand, and clear blue water dotted with rickety wooden speed boats (or James Bond boats, as our guide Sax called them).
We spent a hefty portion of the day lounging by the pool and beach and soaking up the sun (translation: getting sunburned), but one of the highlights of the day came after the sun went down.
As we strolled back to the hotel with Mango Thai pancakes in hand, it started raining. It went something like this: Drop…drop…drop, drop, drop…torrential downpour…Nick and Emily running very fast and Emily losing half of her mango pancake all the while getting completely drenched. And that was the first twenty seconds! We made it to the lobby just as the sky opened up and Mother Nature started her show. I have seen rain, I have witnessed thunderstorms, but I have never seen something like this!
Today I am thankful for Thai Thunderstorms. If you know me, you know that this is very out of character because I really don’t like lightening, but something about this storm begged to be watched. The rain came down in sheets, the sky was in an almost constant state if illumination, and the thunder clapped LOUDLY. If this is the dry season, I would not want to witness monsoon season!