Grand mother and grand father rocks in Koh Samui, on Lamai beach. In Thai they are Hin Yai, and Hin Ta.
Upon arrival, the grand father rock (rock dong), is clearly visible. It's elevated. You cannot miss it. No one gathers beside it, or tries to hug it because it's an illusion. From the front it looks like a dong proper, from the side it looks like a flattened dong. We take pictures from a distance, and are content. A dong is a dong is a dong. No men, no ladies, try to get on top of it like cowboys and yell, "Woot, woot!!!" We have our self respect.
Grand mother rock, however, because of it's obscure location, or it's hide and seek, is more alluring. Looking around, trying to find the vagina rock, we see so many vaginas in rocks. So we look and look, and there is not a little amount of anxiety. I came here for both parts, thank-you, just seeing Grandpas dong would not be as fulfilling.
Then the tourists gather at a specific banal location. Joining them, yes, it's clear, here is grandmas box. Spread wide open to the sea. For millennia. For long enough to get noticed and named by Thai people.
Why they named them Grandpa and Grandma rocks is beyond me. I would have named them ding-dong and box rocks. No one wants to imagine their grandparents junk.
Maybe because they are so ancient, that's why. It's like through humping, the rocks give birth to the sea.
The entrance to the rocks has great shops. Wooden lady figurines in unmentionable poses, for example. And blow fish lamps. And masks. It's an orgy of souvenirs.
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