A few hours after we motored out of Krabi marina, we decided to bring up the brand-new headsail (the headie) and see how it looked. As sheets were pulled and , a terrible rrrriiiipppp-ing sound came back from the front of the boat. The track the sail travels up had jammed, the sail filled with wind and headie had torn all the way along the leading edge!
|Storm clouds in the distance|
We treated ourselves to a marvelous and inexpensive curry dinner and beer, then set off behind Cam who insisted he knew of a great local hotspot called The Reggae Bar that would be completely devoid of reggae music but that featured Thai boxing.
Scores of tiny, little two-metre-wide souvenir shops, thump-thump discos, bars and full-with-a-waiting-line tattoo parlours lined the path Cam took us down. Finally, there we were, watching drunken tourists climb into the ring to be fitted with headgear, gloves and leg padding. They then tried to knock each other more senseless, Thai boxing style, in order to get a fake gold medal and a free bucket of drinks. Young, scantily-clad twenty-something temporary runaways from western civilization sat with their new body art and cold Singhas, watching the world go by.