Langkawi, done.

In Langkawi, we're staying at Cenang beach, which was supposed to be the liveliest one.
I'd just say most developed one. And the place where one might want to go if one needs to get some parasailing or jet-skiing done. Snorkeling is not done here, waters are not clear enough, and i doubt if there would be much to see anyway, there seem to be no coral around.
Other than that, the beach itself is mostly good for reading, and watching toes. One's own or other's.
So that is what we did for two days.
There are good restaurants here, namely the one hi-class Thai-style place, name of which escapes me, and the 3-plastic-tables -pizzajoint who can make you thai food on a pizza, so you dont have to go for soups anymore if you want to have Tom Yam! And their service is so personal, that if you order out, the cook of your pizza himself hops on a scooter (not bothering to remove the apron) and delivers the goodies for you. Their other specialty is "special blue tea", which is served cold and sans sugar. It is an euphemism for Tiger beer, which they dont advertise because of the muslim community.

The best local grub is as easy to find here as anywhere. Just look or ask where the locals eat and join them. The food may come on a metal tray and it might not be exactly the thing you were asking for, but you'll walk away satisfied and having only spent the change in your pocket.
Anywho, today we decided to see also the rest of the island. Our weapon of choice was a whopping 175cc worth of Korean motorcycle engineering.

Looking for the good beaches, we came by a Langawized Englishman who was heading home with his car. He told us about The Best beach, which was his way. So we followed him and truly found a postcard-perfect beach, and practically deserted one, too!

Having soaked enough of mid-day blazing sun, we did the other sights of the island, too.
Best of which must be the cable car, running 710 meters up a mountain. Spectacular views.
One can but envy the eagles (of which here be many) who can go up there and see it all at will.
The nightlife here has left something to desire for. While the season hasn't really started yet, which translates to empty beaches and affordable rooms, I think the Richard-Clayderman-plays-Rod-Stewarts-most-pathetic-ones -kind of music that the restaurant next to our room is playing, is just too much to take.

And that is partly why we, tomorrow morning, will try to get to Bangkok.