The Night Ferry
After my motorcycle ride, I gave the death trap back early and talked to Will for a few hours. I got a few Beer Changs in a frozen, viking glass of a mug. Will, not the drinker, drank iced tea. Our taxi to the dock was the bartenders pick up truck.
Our sleeping quarters were the little square top of the picture. Thirty or so bunkbeds scattered the room, all of which were had a salty crust which had settled from the sea air. After my long day, my beers, and the fact I hadn’t stayed up until 11 the whole trip, I fell asleep before the ship left the harbor.
After a bumpy sleep, I was the first one to awake. Running around looking for a bathroom I came to the captains wheel at the front of the boat. In the dark cool morning I saw the island approaching us, and my island adventure had begun.
Tags: Thailand, Laos, Vietnam 2006
bumwaiter
John, your writing is just wonderful! I am dying of envy–even the boat lodgings sound enticing. I’ll read on. . .