Check Out the Diggs

We arrived on the island of Koh Chang on the last ferry under the cover of night. And because we are on an island in the Gulf of Thailand, night is actually night and thus nearly pitch black. Mikey had visited this island nearly two years prior and was leading us to the direction of an establishment called the Treehouse, which is apparently world renowned for their "Happy Shakes." After a sketchy taxi ride up and down some seriously steep terrain we had arrived at our destination of Lonely Beach. We made our way through the small village that happened to be filled with irie bars and coffee shops and ever irier traditional tattoo parlors. We then stumbled upon our future home for the next week; Ice Beach Bungalows. I would say that Ice Beach found us rather than us finding it. Some photos were taken that night of what our set up looked like. Needless to say we were stoked. Minimalism is the wave of the future.

Here is a snapshot of the room. As you can see, all the necessary amenities are included. Bed, fan, light, and mosquito net (photo is actual size of accomodation).


Right behind our hut was a relatively large tide river that flowed in from the sea that was about 150 yeards away. However, because of the combination of darkness and low tide on the first night, we had assumed it was merely a dried up river bed. I believe Mikey's quote was...."Look at this riverbed. This thing has been dry for ages. This wil be the perfect spot for the fire." In the photo below, you can see Mikey setting up the hearth for waht is to become our doomed fire.



The neighbors






Now Carillo's in on the fire action. He didn't know about the tide river either.



Around 15 minutes after starting up the fire, Mikey and I realized that it appeared as if water was rising from the south end of the "dry river bed." After stepping in a few puddles to confirm our suspicions we soon had the obvious epiphany that we were set up in a tide river.
Even though our fire was short lived, it was still worth while. We had to get our primevil cave man on for that night; it just seemed fitting.
In the following nights to come we would make the same fire, in the same spot even though it was extremely futile. It was too fun.