An incredible Italian dinner in Bo Phut, Ko Samui, a little corner of the island that was almost Mediterranean, except for the Irish and British pubs dotted around the place. Our cute little bungalow across the street was decorated with fresh orchids everywhere and the French owner helped me practice my super rusty French. All the restaurants in this area of Ko Samui were pretty darn amazing. The curries we had at the Thai place down the street was probably the best curries of the trip -- thick and creamy, not skimping on the coconut milk like a lot of places we went to.
A little hut near Chiang Dao. We were starving. I was po'd about Gregg's comments related to my driving (before the accident) and he decided to pull over at this little shack to eat. The lady who owned the place didn't speak any English and just telling her what we wanted to eat (something veggie for me) was an adventure in itself. She finally came out with plates of rice and mostly just sauteed veggies (Gregg's with chicken, mine without). And seriously it was the best meal ever. Who could have thought something so simple could be so delicious. The lady was so cute, too. She got a huge kick out of me asking "how much" in Thai at the end of the meal.
The Saravana Bhavan -- total trademark rip off a well known Indian restuarant. Not at all the same or as good as the real thing. But not a bad South Indian meal. They're lucky though that I'm not an international patent attorney.
The Sunday Walking street in Chiang Mai where Gregg and I each got an order of pad thai and some spring rolls, all for under $1. A fried banana we picked up a little later on as we were walking through the stalls finished out the meal.
The Night Market in Krabi as we were tooling around, waiting for our flight. The stalls weren't the most inviting -- a sewer paralled the line of stalls on the street. Tables were squished together. Used plates seemed to be piled up in bins in corners. So its not like they'll be winning any sanitation awards anytime soon. But the man sitting next to us (old dude from Pennsylvania who apparently came to Krabi every year when it was too cold to be at home) swore by their tofu, and I gotta agree. I've never had tofu like that before, fresh and soft, I swear they must have made it right there.
Yellow curry at a stall in Ko Phi Phi -- the owner brought out pictures of the tsunami devastation while we waited for our food. Apparently he himself had been a victim and had been rescued by some guy who also later lent him the money to start the cafe.
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