Yesterday, I had paid for a cab to the airport, and specified a 5:30 am pickup. Imagine my surprise seeing the hotel front desk abandoned and dark when I walked down the stairs. Not an auspicious start. Turns out, the night guy was sleeping in the restaurant. Gave him my key, and the driver appeared promptly at 5:30. Things were looking up.
A mere twenty minutes later, I was through two security checkpoints, had gotten my boarding pass and was sipping a Black Canyon coffee at the gate. Things were going swimmingly, and Bangkok looked amazing from the air.
Trat is possibly the smallest airport I've used. The plane landed, stopped and turned around on the runway. It parked there, too. We all trundled off and boarded minivans to the coast and ferry. Along the way I met Illy and Emmy – and their parents. We had a good time no the ferry.
Spicy basil chicken and a beer on the beach. Nearly perfection.