Oh, Thailand. Just when I was about to go off and write a mean post about you, you've gone and redeemed yourself with laidback, gorgeous Krabi. 

You see, I was going to write a long diatribe where I would tell a tale about going to Pizzeria Uno on Lombard Street when I was 7 or 8 with my dad, in which I was served sour milk and our food took forever to arrive and was, by my dad's standards, completely unpar, and he made us leave the meal early and had calm-but-stern words for the management and explained to me in the car ride home what a "tourist trap" was and how bad businesses might prey on innocent visitors who don't know any better and serve them subpar deep dish and sour milk, but good businesses can't get away with that because no one -- and definitely not anyone in our family -- will ever go back.