Sea sick chicken

Today was a travel day to remember and unfortunately not in a good way. It was our last morning in Chiang Mai so we wanted to wonder around and try to find Christie an elephant before leaving. We were not successful on the elephant hunt and headed to the airport to Phi Phi Island in the south.

We arrived in the major city, Phuket, outside of Phi Phi. The resort picked us up and took us to their ferry for an hour and half trip to the island. Before getting on the ferry Amy had memories of the last time she was on a ferry for a long period of time. Oh some good old whale watching off the coast of LA when she was younger. Sadly times had not changed and as she was sea sick then oh boy did she get sea sick again.  There may have even been prayers for a tsunami to take her away from her misery. We finally did arrive at the island where the tide was at least a quarter of a mile back from the beaches. They picked us up in this funny looking water truck mobile and took us to the beach. 

We were greeted with a fruity beverage and then taken to our own bungalow. They had meticulously spelled out Happy Honeymoon with grass and two intertwining hearts made out of rose pedals on our bed.  The resort we are at is on Phi Phi Island, which is a small gorgeous island on the Ademan Sea. It is very heavenly here and we had both felt the "honeymoon" part of our trip had begun. 

I did start this blog speaking about unfortunate events, so I will end with one. We had made reservations at the supposed nicest restaurant at our resort. We ate outside on the side of the cliff on this lovely island. All the food was Thai, so we ordered a chicken lettuce wrap to start the meal.  The dish came with three lettuce wraps and we each ate one. We split the third one only to immediately realize that the chicken was completely, 100%, absolutely RAW.  Did I mention we were eating in the dark?  A, number one, we are praying that we don't get salmonella poisoning, B number 2, that kind of ruined our eating experience going forward here, C number three, Christie can barely be in the house when chicken is cooked, so you can only imagine how traumatizing this experience was cutting through raw chicken. 

Onto the next adventure on this beautiful tropical island......