In the Krabi Airport departure lounge, there is an American
girl doing yoga. She’s VERY bendy. She’s
also very loud. Hey’all, lookit me, I’m doing yoga!
We encountered more Americans on our last night on Koh
Lanta. The Why Not Bar, where it takes roughly 45 minutes to get your plate of French
fried, was hosting the grand finale of an all day booze cruise. It’s mostly
made up of young Americans, probably aged between 18 and 23. They all look so
tall, flawless and toothy, you wonder if there’s something in the water over
that side of the pond.
Like our yogi friend, they are all also really loud and not
embarrassed to get up and dance or sing. It’s all pretty good natured, though.
A bit like watching a David Attenborough show. A bit of mild peril, but nothing
to get all end of days about.
One feels
if this were a load of Brits on a booze cruise, it would be far less…..wholesome.
There would be sick in the sea and shagging behind moored long boats. There
would be punches thrown, tears and probably an ambulance involved. None of this
happens – we are out longer than our American friends, who all get on their
little boats home just after midnight.
We get chatting to three English brothers. It’s the kind of
conversation you only really have at almost 2am, after too many beers and not
enough dinner. The kind of conversation where you wake up the next morning,
remember it and face palm.
Rather like how you forget you’re 37 and not 22, and when
you randomly chat to a baby American boy in the queue for the toilets, you
think you’re on the level with him. He thinks you’re his mum, and what are you
doing, showing yourself up with a skimpy dress. Last night was the first time
in a long time I felt my age. We get into a conversation about this with an
English couple at the table next to ours. They are a bit older; he has a look
of Mitch Winehouse about him. Turns out they have friends that live in Chesham.
