Just beyond our resort boundary, away from the mangroves and ravenous insects, is the town of Ao Nam Mao. (And also where the previously mentioned Flatulent Fatima has her hotel)
It would be wrong to call Ao Nam Mao a one horse town. (Although I believe they've almost saved up enough for a quarter share in a retired donkey)
People mainly arrive here to get the ferry straight out again to the bright lights and fleshpots of Railay.
Possibly for that reason, the main street has just one bar, and even that has to double up as a 'Medicinal Cannabis Dispensary' to make ends meet.
And of the handful of restaurants only a couple serve alcohol, this being a largely Muslim populated town.
We did chance upon a place though, with a lovely garden setting and ,more importantly, a fridge full of beer.
It was towards the end of our third visit that I noticed the distinct shuffling from the rafters. Glancing up I couldn't help but notice a rat . It was in peak condition and a fast mover. Acrobatic too as it scampered above us. Perhaps it was the floor show.
We've now moved our custom to the local beach bar where the beer price is wildly over inflated (remember, there's that quarter share in a donkey to pay for) and the resident house band leans a little too heavily on the kazoo solos, but we haven't seen any rats.
Yet
Of course, there's always the sandflies.......
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