We got up early and got breakfast at Oasis again. We had limited time back in town and we wanted to, like my little sister at the cabin "say goodbye to the lake". AKA: see all our favorite places one last time.
After breakfast at Oasis, we walked on the beach for 20 minutes.
Then we were back to the hotel for checkout.
We stored our bags in Noy's store and headed off on the bike one last time.
As we were driving back to Old Town, a GIGANTIC black snake slithered out in front of the moped!
We made it to Old Town in one piece, I got the reusable bamboo straws I had wanted the day before, and we headed out on the public pier to admire the view one last time. We saw some very cool baby squid under the pier and a large jellyfish that looked, according to Amanda, like "a cupcake with tentacles".
One last time, we visited the coffee house we had all fallen in love with. We got wonderful coffees, a dry and sad carrot cake, and a salted caramel and chocolate tart that was sinfully delicious.
We left the cafe and said a final goodbye to the lovely ladies who had come to recognize us over the past week.
The bike ride back was uneventful. I drove as slowly as I could to soak in the view. Arriving back at our hotel, I traded Noy a set of moped keys for my passport and we got on the van back to Krabi.
This van ride was potentially the worst part of the entire trip. It got us where we wanted to go. It was cheap.
It stopped everywhere. My inner ear and I were FIGHTING.
The best part was the man behind me not wanting to share his bench seat with anyone. The driver looked at him and said: "share seat or pay another 300 baht, white man."
I think all three of us did spit takes to this. The driver was not having this mans manspreading.
Three hours and fifteen billion stops (or what felt like it) later, we arrived at the Krabi Airport. We had a lot of free time. We did a stunky pokemon go raid, got through security, got snacks and "glacier" coffees (a blended coffee with a scoop of ice cream on top), and played Phase 10 on the ground waiting for our flight to leave.
On the walk to the plane, we photobombed a picture a dad was taking of his daughters. He was living for it and asked for us to pose together. There is a very cute picture of the three of us with two small Thai girls somewhere on the internet.
The flight was wonderfully uneventful and we landed an hour after takeoff. We snagged a taxi and after a bit of bickering with him, he set the meter and we took off for Min Buri. (Taxi drivers in Bangkok like to fool foreigners into a more expensive taxi drive instead of using the meter. I know it costs between 150-180B to get from the airport to our apartment based on distance, so when we got in and he said 400B, I laughed at him and said "illegal *slapped his meter* use your meter".
Needless to say, he did not get a tip. The metered ride cost 165B.
While this wasn't a spectacular ending to such a great trip, it reminded us that we were about back to reality. We were home, but a piece of my heart stayed in Koh Lanta.
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