We arrive to the sticky hot island of Ko Samui in the Gulf of Thailand ready for action. Actually, ready for sleep. The total time flying from LA was about 20 hours. We roll up to the idyllic little Peace resort (after an unsuccessful attempt at bargaining down the taxis at the airport) with matted hair and sweaty jeans. The lovely staff looks us over knowingly and ushers us in for sweet tea and cold towels. 
They show us to our room where we change and head down for our first real Thai meal of the-best-spring-rolls-ever and (spicy hooottt!) green curry. During the seaside lunch we giggle, toast to the glory of vacation, bask in the afternoon sun, befriend a little birdie and make big plans for the rest of the day. After which we promptly fall asleep for the rest of the afternoon and evening, waking only to watch parts of “Dude, where’s my car?” and other high-quality films on the only English-language channel other than Bloomberg television. So much for the exotic vacation plans.
Our jetlag behind us, we renew our commitment to enhancing our Thai island experience…
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