Back in early April, after surviving the Cambodian heat and landing in Ho Chi Minh City, I realized that the traffic and temperatures of SE Asia weren't about to let up. This month of travels was going to be more exhausting than I'd realized, and some beach time was in order. So I inquired about Ho Tram Beach, which I soon learned was much farther from Ho Chi Minh City than I'd initially thought.
A change had to be made to my carefully constructed itinerary. There was no way that this girl could do a month backpacking alongside the world's most beautiful beaches without sinking her toes into at least one of them. That is how I wound up spending my first afternoon in Ho Chi Minh City planted in front of my hostel computer, researching which city on my itinerary was closest to a beach.
Answer: Bangkok, where I'd planned to return for the last two nights of my month-long travels. From Bangkok, the island of Ko Samet and its glorious white sand beaches were only four hours away by bus.
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| The island of Ko Samet, a mere 4-hour bus ride from Bangkok, welcomes weary travelers. |
A few hours and about $100 later, I'd modified my Chiang Mai-Bangkok flight, I'd altered my hostel reservations in Chiang Mai and in Bangkok, and I'd secured an Airbnb room on the island of Ko Samet, my new final destination on my month-long exploration.
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| My home on Ko Samet, thanks to Airbnb host Lizzie |
To get to the point (not always my greatest skill), the island was totally worth it, 100%. I only wish I'd had another day.
Before I made it to the island, however, I was once again confronted by a culture phenomenon which I'd love to better understand: ladyboys. At first I'd simply assumed they were cross-dressing prostitutes. Having a label, I thought it made sense, though I'll admit I was thrown off when I saw one having ice cream with a Thai man in a fancy Bangkok ice cream parlor. And this couple were the only two willing to come to my rescue when I was struggling to order my ice cream across a language barrier. I'd been struck by how normal they'd seemed that day, how the ladyboy in this ice cream parlor hadn't turned a single head. At the port in Ban Phe, while waiting for my ferry to Ko Samet, the realization struck again: here they were, the ladyboys, serving me my Thai iced tea alongside cis-gendered coworkers. At another booth, a ladyboy was selling hotel rooms... to families. No one was shielding their children from the sight. So what was it about this country and their ladyboys? Who were they? Cross-dressing prostitutes? Homosexuals seeking out a culturally validated means of exercizing their sexuality? Transgender people? This was a question with which I'd leave the country.
Back on point, Ko Samet was stunningly beautiful. And the bikini selection on the island was surprisingly stylish, important as the elephants in Chiang Mai had muddied my previous bathing suit beyond repair. My Scottish host Lizzie was gracious and had a life of adventures to share. She welcomed me into her home and family for the evening, taking me out with her Thai and Swedish friends for dinner, a concert, a fire show, and an evening dancing by the beach. She showed me what Airbnb can be at its best: a means not only to find a bed for the night but also a welcome into the local community and a perspective on a place that a tourist simply can't attain after just a day or two in town.
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| Ko Samet, a fantastic island getaway readily accessible, yet worlds away, from Bangkok |
I hope this won't be my last stay on the island.
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