The children were eager to practice their English and were constantly running by us saying one of two phrases; "Hello!" or "Sawasdee Khup." The adults kept to themselves although a few said hello and waved. While they weren't unfriendly to us, they were nowhere near as friendly as the children and probably viewed us as more of a nuisance than anything else.
Klaus was intent on going to a restaurant that was on the way back to our bungalows. However, getting to the restaurant was a major endeavor. We left the Moken village and instead of walking back along the trail that led us there, we decided to follow the coastline.
"We can go, we can go!" said Klaus.
"I don't think so Klaus. It looks like we might get stuck."
Several locals assured us it was possible to follow the shore. 'It was low tide,' they explained. 'No problem." Despite having reservations, I agreed and we strode forward like any true adventured would.
We walked, and walked, and walked. "I think it is around this next corner," said Klaus. There were far too many corners though and after an hour or so, Klaus began to complain. He wanted to turn back. Although the rocks were sharp and it was tough going, I had started sweating and was feeling good.
"No, no," I said. "We need to find this place. I'm not turning back."
We continued on, with Klaus complaining all the while. The sharp rocks and uneven terrain made walking difficult. Eventually we were forced to go up into the forest. We trudged along through thick brush until finally, we reached a small house nestled in the corner of a group of trees. An old woman waved and said hello. I walked over and asked the way to the nearest bungalow. She pointed to the ocean. I thanked her, then looked over and saw a pathway leading to the beach. Klaus and I were both tired by now but we continued forward. We made it around the bend and walked down a long stretch of beach. A row of bungalows could be seen through the trees and we headed straight for them. Where there are bungalows, there is food and drink.
At the top of one of the many hills, we saw a small sign with the words Rattana Restuarant on it. At last.
"Is this the restaurant?" Klaus asked. "I think this is not the restaurant."
"Klaus! Does it matter?" I asked. "Have a beer."
We sat down and relaxed. He ordered a beer, I ordered a coke. The rest was well deserved and much needed. The restaurant was small and quaint but provided a nice view of the ocean. For 30 minutes we sat and talked with the owner, sipping our drinks and recharging out batteries.
After his beer, Klaus seemed revitalized.
"Let us go!" he said. "We will eat at the bungalow."
We said our goodbyes and began walking.
What we thought would be a two to three hour trip, had become a trek. Our journey began at 10 in the morning and by the time we reached our bungalows, it was 4:30. We had walked for at least five hours. As we came upon the Cashew Resort, the sun began to fade and the heat began to subside. It had been a long day but it was a trip that was well worth the energy.