Day 21: "You've done this before, right? Climb on!"

Excited to go rock climbing today in the famous Railay Bay, we woke up at 7 am. Not being able to get cash out on Sundays because of our ATM situation, we used the remainder of our cash to buy food at 7 Eleven to get us through breakfast and lunch before we would be within range of a bank. With less than 1 USD left to our names, we had bought a loaf of bread, tuna, and some juice. This tuna was no ordinary tuna. It was labeled "Tuna in Mayonnaise" and they were not joking. It was literally mayonnaise soup with the occasional chunk of tuna. So, at 7 am, we popped open a can and ate the most disgusting tuna sandwiches we have ever had. But since we were slumdogging it (vocab courtesy of Emma's cousin, yeah you know the one), we had no other option, and we washed it down with the juice.

While King Climbers claimed to provide insurance as part of the climbing package, we were simply given equipment from a little shack and were led to the giant limestone cliff faces that sprung directly out of the ocean that make Railay famous. We immediately began belaying each other - no training, no instructions, no supervision. This is Thailand. Liability insurance is a way to sell tour packages, not an actual policy. We were professionals in no time. By the end we were scaling the cliffs that the Coloradan, who went to the rock climbing gym 3 times a week, was struggling with. Don't worry May, no need to get out the insurance card or phone the Thai embassy. We came out with only a few scrapes and bruises. The views from the top of the 60 meter cliffs were breathtaking, as was the climb up. Literally, after 3 climbs up to the top, each time belaying each other, we were nearly collapsing on the beach. Noticing our exhaustion, a German man consoled us by saying he was unable to squeeze toothpaste out of a tube after the first time he went climbing. Great - there goes our personal hygiene.

After our return we took another epic nap, and were awoken by a cheery Daisy, pounding on our door to see if we wanted to "grab some grub". Her British vernacular is always intriguing. After dinner we watched a beautiful sunset on the beach and then Daisy dragged us shopping. We found absolutely ridiculuos brightly colored Prada and Burberry boxer briefs for a few dollars, which were too tempting for us to pass up. Daisy told us that wearing them would be a "dumpable offense". A few minutes later, we all had a pair in hand. Model shots to be posted ASAP.