Getting off the catamaran, we found out that we had absolutely no idea where we were, we had no internet, our phones were almost dead. Our attempts to ask some of the locals along the way where we were were unsuccessful. Thai English is at a very poor level. We were still so stunned by the whole thing at sea that we didn't care at all when we would be able to get to our house. What we were going to do with only 99 baht was not clear. The important thing was that we were alive and well. We continued down one of the streets and came upon a two-foot tall Russian speaking citizen. Our attempts to find out from him where we were also evaporated when we approached him and saw that he was so drunk that he didn't know where he was himself. We decided to wait and see if a shuttle would pass. Not 10 minutes passed and one appeared. It was driven by a Thai grandfather, about 70 years old. We stopped him and trusted that he understood where our hotel was and we were on the right track. We were even more pleased when he said "Ok, get in". After a 30 minute ride in an even more unfamiliar direction, we ended up at a super busy place that was apparently the gentleman's last stop. Getting off, we made another attempt to find out from him where he had taken us? It was our first laugh of the day. Turns out the grandpa knew two words of English and when he saw us waiting to get our ticket money he told us to get on, not understanding at all what we had asked him. It cost us exactly 100 baht and I had 99. I gave him a handful of coins in his hand and well, he showed no desire to count them so we wouldn't expose ourselves and decide to quarrel over some one baht. We asked around for tourists and found out from them anyway that we were on the total opposite side of the island from our compound. We smiled again. It was getting more and more fun. The other thing we realized then was that we had stumbled upon the Annual Island Festival. How come we hit that one too? There was nothing random about it. There was an outdoor stage and music bands, thousands of people around them, and dozens of tents with delicious food. Nice, yes, but we didn't have a single bat. Alone, hungry, no money, but...surviving and at a concert. There really is no day like it. But it's all good when it ends well. We swirled around, chowing down on the delicious edibles whose steam wafted around. We listened and watched at least some of the interesting concert. As if we needed just such an ending, for it lifted our spirits greatly. Okay, but how were we going to get home? We looked for taxis and wondered how much it would cost to get to our little house on the other side of the island. They, seeing we had no money, refused to let us give them any in the compound, but that was also a reason to ask for any amount. In several places they asked us 1,200 baht. I refused them instantly. Not only because it seemed like a lot, but the truth is that we withdrew local currency every day from an ATM in Chaweng and I had about 600 baht available at our house there. That left us to drive and I couldn't pay them there either. Apart from anything else, I didn't carry a debit or credit card, they were in the safe. What did it turn out to be in the end? We didn't have a useful move. We returned to our starting position to inquire if there was any last shuttle for the day and ask to pay her when we got home. To make the circus complete, at the same place we got off 2 hours ago, we saw the same grandpa who was supposed to run his last run. Ah, we were penniless. We had no other choice and got on. On the shuttle we met other Europeans who gave us a glimmer of hope that her last stop was in Lamai and we were in the right direction. Inside there were two benches that took about 10 seated. Near the driver we saw a Thai and Dutch couple. Luckily for us, the girl knew English and we were able to motivate her to tell the grandpa that we had no money and that we wouldn't lie to him and would pay him at the front desk when he gave us a ride. How much and what he had understood was a complete enigma, but at least they explained it to him in his native language. Slowly some people were coming down, new ones were coming up, but a kilometer from our goal, it was just us and the couple in question. The Thai woman at one point said something to the driver and asked me politely to get off and get next to him to explain where to drive, as he was going to drive up the dirt road so he wouldn't wait too long for us and decide we had run off and lied to him. I got up to him when he suddenly stopped on the left, looked at me with a sour face, scolded me in Thai, of which I understood nothing, and wanted us to get off. I knocked on the window asking his compatriot to help. She said something to him and he continued and when we were very close, he pulled to the left again and the scene repeated. But this time he was screaming even louder and threatening me, holding his phone in his hand. After another explanation from behind, we took off for the 3rd time and slowly reached the compound. I dropped my wife off as a sort of bet and ran out to get some money. He had told me he wanted 400 baht, which given the cash available, suited me perfectly. I took all 600 from the safe and gave it all to him. That was another reason for another smile between us. The guy was so happy to have a 200 baht tip that if he knew English, I could already see him working for us in our remaining two days. Inhumanly exhausted from it all, we had a Hong Tong cocktail and a Coke, and that may have been our only night to count that we slept anything.