We went on a snorkeling trip two days ago in Phi Phi. It was really awesome! We took a long tailed boat (so named for the long propeller extending from the back) out on the Andaman Sea to take a look at the surrounding islands and see some really extraordinary sights below the surface.

Our trip started out great, but between the storm we got caught in and the bunch of complaining sticks-in-the-mud we were stuck with, there were definitely some negative aspects. Eoin and I were basically the only people who wanted to snorkel after the first attempt that everyone gave it. We got out at every stop and wanted to make the most of the trip, but all the other people just lay around in the boat whining about wanting to go to the beach. This was a SNORKELING trip, guys!! Geez!

We saw Monkey Bay (there are actually monkeys on the shore!), Maya Bay (where the lame movie, The Beach, was filmed), and several other gorgeous locations. However, looking back, getting caught in the storm in transit was probably the most adventurous part of the whole thing. It made me want to whip out some piratey songs: “Sixteen men on a dead man’s chest/ Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum…”