Ko Tao
Sairee Beach faces west,
and for sunsets that’s best,
But come morning it’s deep in the shade.
But a coffee milkshake,
Make the Farang* awake!
Yet at noon, she’s still in the shade
Come 2PM,
and the sun, like a hen,
lay’s an egg on westerner’s head.
And so he must plop,
And remove a flip-flop,
And make,
that beach,
a bed.
Once he is brown,
or red, with a frown,
It’s time to roll in a wave.
And then take a shower,
To smell like a flower,
But still smelling,
somehow,
Like a cave.
Next comes a dinner,
Where tourist is winner!
For it isn’t about the food.
It’s the film shown for free,
Between your two feet,
Which truly sets the mood.
(Especially when it’s Contagion.)
* Falang = Gringo
From Mom:
What an amazing collection of photos, and such a fun poem! Glad that you’re having such a magical trip.
From Inga:
letzter tag auf koh tao, schnief. es ist/war wunderbar. Danke <3