Bob

My last post left you hanging and where I met Bob. So here he is...Ladies and Gentlemen...Bob!
I heard about Bob before I met him. I was in Taman Negara and told some Swedish guy that I was headed to Krabi, Thailand. His immediate response was to go to the Reggae bar and tell Bob he said hello. Yes, Bob is a Thai Rastafarian with a reggae bar and quite possibly one of the kindest people I have ever met. The reggae bar happened to be across the street from my hostel, so I headed over and to relay the message and have a quick drink. That quick drink turned into a night of drinking with Bob, his sister and a few other locals. At the end of the night, I was asked what I was doing the next day, to which I responded 'Bob is taking me on a tour of Krabi, right Bob?'. Of course he had no plans of it and I was half joking but he agreed and told me to meet him there in the morning.
I did, even though I thought he was joking. Turns out he wasn't and he was quite excited about it. I hopped on the back of his motorbike and off we went, to where I wasn't sure.
We first went to a beach North of Krabi where he had another bar, he only opens it during the high season and works on improving it during the slower times. He told me of his plans for a new rooftop area and a cozy cave like seating section inside. I insisted he install the hook game, if you don't know what it is, you are missing out.
The entire day was spent with Bob. He took me places I would have never seen on my own and taught me things no one else could. We had amazing conversations about life, Thai culture, food, Buddasim, being a monk, the Thai military, everything. He took me to a small waterfall where you could stick your feet in the pond below and the fish would nibble at your feet, eating the dead skin away. Nature's pedicure. We ate at some road side stand and I have no idea what I ate but I trusted Bob, and he was right it was delicious.
At the end of the day, I half thought he was going to ask for money. No one goes this much out of their way just out of the kindness of their heart, right. Wrong, Bob does. He was just happy to share his life and culture with me. I was equally as grateful. So instead of giving him money, I let him give me dreadlocks...with a crochet hook...3 of them. I also insisted on helping him in his bar that night, so we gave his sister the night off and I went to work with my new found love of Thailand, Bob, and dreadlocks.