Last of Railay

 Nu entertaining us with Hanna's krama

 Nu (with a shirt, how odd!) doing what he does best: entertaining the crowds. Oh my Buddha!

 Helps to know the party throwers as well as the fighter and the judge... you get vip seats for the game ;)

 Phuket with the red gloves, Krabi (that's Yaya, our trainer) in blue.

 Yaya won. Of course.

 Santi (alias DJ Johnny) doing what he does best... also with a shirt on for once.

 The rest of the Yaya guys, also wearing shirts, working as bartenders...

 This is the reception where we left our bags (and that we used as our changing room and.. everything) during the days and nights when we had nowhere to stay..

 Where we slept the last night... picture two more people in that bed and you can probably understand that neither Matt (the kind owner of the bed who did not know what he agreed to when offering us a place to sleep) nor Hanna got a lot of sleep... since they could barely fit on the bed.

 Leaving Yaya

 Leaving Railay

Waiting for our minivan to take us from Ao Nang to Hat Yai.

Can you tell we need sleep and a shower? And clothes we haven't slept in. 

And the fact that Hanna is eating her noodle soup from a bag and Ruut her salad, does not make us look too representable.

We never really felt like we did fit in with the other beach tourists(we did fit in with the Yaya rasta guys very well, too well, though), but when entering the minivan, with all the other passengers being veil clad Muslim women, we didn't quite fit in with them either in our shabby state...