
The beach known as “Banana Beach” was worth the 30 km we drove. It’s beautiful here. So peaceful.
Then we went to the beach next to this one — it turned out to be some kind of village where, apparently, Russian tourists are brought. Everyone walking down the street there was Russian. All the restaurants had menus in Russian, and the prices were inflated. By that time we were already hungry, so we had to buy pad thai there — which turned out to be the worst pad thai of our lives… I think even I could have cooked it better. Nevertheless, we ate it while sitting in the boat.

