Day 23 of The Big Adventure, according to Sarah. 

We woke up pretty late again and had our cereals in bed for breakfast.   

We had seen a massage place in town offering manicures and pedicures for 100baht each and decided our nails were in a disastrous state. Furthermore they were offering a 50% discount if you came between 10am and 2pm. Perfect! So we went downstairs and mum greeted us with the usual ‘Where you go?’ – we told her we were heading into town again and she offered us another lift on the back of her moped. After the lack of fatalities last time, we were feeling far more confident and hopped on. 

  
Again she dropped us down in the town and we walked along to where we had seen the pedicures being advertised. We went up to the salon and they greeted us with ‘no we can’t do it – only massages’.
Oh. Well that was misleading advertising at its best. During this, a lady appeared behind us and told us that her salon further down could do it for us, so we followed her. She lead us right to the end of the path and sat us in some chairs that were essentially on the beach. Lauren got a small basin of water to put her feet in, I did not. It then became clear that this was going to be The Worst Pedicure of All Time. 

  We were given a small plastic box with about 25 different nail varnishes, all hideous colours. We both settled on the one nice colour they had – a coral pinky colour. 

The salon workers then set about their pedicure routines – but because they had very limited tools, Lauren and I had completely different pedicures. Lauren got a foot ‘bath’ and scrub and the nails filed. Whereas I got a painful cuticle push and trim. No base coat. And when the lady opened up our nail varnish it was a stringy as mozeralla on a pizza and the varnish was clearly years old. She spent 10 minutes trying to clean the residue off the top of the bottle before she began to paint.

We had learnt our lesson – go to a reputable salon and do not believe anyone who tried to sell you something on the street. 

With our freshly painted toe nails we then had to wade back through 100m of sand to get to the concrete path – not ideal.

We decided to put that traumatic experience behind us and vowed to give each other pedicures next time our feet started looking bedraggled. 

We walked back to the main street and decided to book ourselves into a sunset tour of 7 islands for the next afternoon. We found a travel agent advertising the cheapest price (less than half what was stated in the pamphlet) and booked through her. We then asked her how was best to get into Krabi Town. She told us just to jump on one of the white buses at which point she spotted one going past us and shouted something very loud in Thai. The bus screeched to a halt opposite us and we ran over and jumped in the back. Now that was service. 

We rode the bus into Krabi town and when we got off we realised we had no idea where we were or what there was to see in Krabi. A quick look through trip advisor told us that there was a temple 200m away so we set off to find it. 

We spotted the dragon-lined steps from across the street and trotted over. 

  The temple was a very impressive white building that was in immaculate condition. 

  
We took our shoes off and went inside to find a giant gold Buddha statue and some amazing artwork on the walls. 

  
We had a wander around the grounds and decided it was time for a spot of lunch. I quickly consulted Foursquare to find a nearby cafe that apparently had some great dishes – May and Marks. We sat down at the last table inside (we needed a dose of aircon) and had a look through the menu. They literally served everything – a huge array of breakfasts, Thai dishes, western dishes, Mexican dishes – you name it they had it. 

This meant that Lauren and I (mainly I) took a fair while to decide what to have. Lauren went for an asparagus and cheese omelet and I went for scrambled eggs on toast with bacon. Both were delicious and we were very glad to have stumbled across this place. 

Lauren ordered a tea which came in what should really have been called a bowl rather than a mug. 

  She was in heaven. For dessert she ordered a cookie and another bowl of tea and I went for a strawberry and ice cream milkshake. 

We made good use of their wifi and air conditioning and were absolutely stuffed by the time we left. 

We considered looking around Krabi a little more but both suffering from food comas we decided to just hop on a bus back to our guesthouse.  
We got back and pottered around for a little. We decided to watch some Thai tv so we both settled into our beds and switched on the remote. At this point, everything went dark. Power cut. 

We both sat there in the dark for a couple of minutes waiting for them to sort whatever it was out, but when nothing seemed to be changing we thought we’d best go and investigate downstairs. 

When we arrived downstairs, the receptionist and the various family members were all lighting candles and mum ushered us in and told us to have a seat on the couch and gave us a candle (such a mum). We sat there for 10 minutes and watched as phone calls were made and tinkering was done. We decided we may aswell go and read in our room by the light of our phones – no point in hanging around down here. So we trundled back upstairs and as we got into our room the lights magically came on. We decided to avoid Thai tv from then on incase it was us that had cause the power cut. 

We went about our ablutions and went to bed.