So, it's not really a secret that I love the rasta bar. Nor is it a secret that Kat and I are apt to get very drunk and sing Bon Jovi at the top of our lungs, regardless of our audience. So when a Malaysian guy shows up with a guitar and a party appears, we are there with bells on. So, here are the pictures from back in Chumphon!
Yup, good times, good times. Most of the Thai guys I end up hanging out with in this fashion are very impressed that I know all the words to all the Bob Marley songs. Thanks, Dad!
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