Five years later, there are now “Tsunami Evacuation Route” signs and a Tsunami Memorial. But the main thing you notice about the island is its exploding tourism: specifically of the drunk and stumbling type.
For some folks this is heaven, with a 7-Eleven on every corner and overpriced clothing stores spilling out onto the beach. But for others, it’s rather creepy… especially if you’re running a fever.
Around two in the afternoon, after thirty hours of buses and boats, I collapsed into what I thought was the dorm bed I had purchased. My new transportation buddy, Brian, and I had lugged our backpacks for about a mile through the town, realizing by the moment that it is now high season in Southern Thailand, and every room is now astronomically expensive, if not full. The hostel we found for 250 Baht ($7.50) was nice enough, though the sweltering heat was rolling over us from our flip flops to our sweat-drenched heads.
Suddenly two boys burst into the room. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN STACEY’S BED?” the larger one hollered to me.
“Huh?” I croaked, half asleep, “The manager just sold me this one and said it was open!”
“Aghh,” I moaned.
The manager scampered in and worked himself into a tizzy counting the backpacks and beds over and over and consulting his charts.
“Listen,” I said hopefully, “If you want to sell me a single room at a discount price for this confusion, I’d be more than happy to take it!”
And so, like that, I was thrown from the top bunk, and three employees pushed the two wooden bed frames apart to make just enough room for a mattress.
Oh what a sight greeted us from the exposed space between the beds! It seems that several months ago, some sloppy tourist had left a smattering of M&M’s beneath his bunk.
Now, hoards of tiny ants seethed around the candies, bringing chunks of sweet sugar to their kinsmen and chattering derisively to the giant red ants and cockroaches along the walls. “Haha! We got here first!” (Look closely at the photo, left…)
“EWW!” I shrieked, like a little princess.
“No problem, no problem!” yelled the manager, grabbing a palm broom and whisking the ants and candies out the door in a graceful arc. “See, no problem! Clean!”
At this point my fever was setting in, and the world was an achy haze of torment. The girl whose bed I’d almost stolen entered and declared, “Well I’m certainly not sleeping in that middle bed. The top bunk was mine, and I’m sticking with it.” I gazed morosely at the mattress, imagining I could see earwigs squiggling just under the sheets.
About half an hour passed, all of us just staring at the mattress on the floor. At last, oh bless his soul, Brian sighed, “Ok Lillie, I’ll take that middle bed. I’ll be a gentleman for once.”
That evening, we went for a walk and for food, squeezing through the estimated 10,000 (!!!!) tourists on the narrow streets. It was nuts.
Ko Phi Phi is known for being one of the most beautiful islands in the world, with both a James Bond movie and DiCaprio’s “The Beach” being filmed here. Right now, however, it looks like it’s gasping for air beneath wave after wave of insane Westerners.
We walked past the “reservoir” of “fresh” water for the island. Look at the photo to the upper right. Just how many more tourist showers do you think that puddle can support? Signs all over our hostel declare: “Water to be turned on only 9am-11am and 3pm-5pm.”
As we walked, we also passed piles and piles of trash amid the new construction. A putrid gray stream stinks its way under path we take back to our dorm.
The beach remains, however, gorgeous. And the sun beats down with the force of elephant doing salsa. Sometimes I can’t tell what’s my fever and what’s just the heat.
I feel like a major brat giving barely two days to one of the jewels of the Andaman Sea, but there are times when your soul just knows you’re at the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh friends and fellow travelers, you tried so hard to warn me!
“Yo man, you gotta stay at LEAST four days,” slurred one of our roommates. “I got this weird alligator tattoo on my foot the other day, and I don’t even remember getting it done!”
“Damn,” said our roommate. “I guess someone played a joke on me when I was drunk.”
Our boat leaves at eleven.
The author, Lillie Marshall, is 6-foot-tall National Board Certified Teacher of English, fitness fan, and mother of two who has been a public school educator since 2003. She launched Around the World “L” Travel and Life Blog in 2009, and over 3.7 million readers have now visited this site. Lillie also runs TeachingTraveling.com and DrawingsOf.com. Subscribe to her monthly newsletter, and follow @WorldLillie on social media!