During my trip to the Philippines I met a
lot of great people, one of those in particular was Mariana whom I had promised that on my visit to Thailand I would pop on over to see her. And
this promise I kept when I visited the large Thai island of Phuket.
Leaving the happy memories of KL, I booked my
accommodation whilst at the airport (very last minute for me) and the hotel managed to receive my request the moment I arrived. The accommodation was one dorm
style room of four beds. I entered this room to meet
my new travel companion for the next few weeks, Sarah.
Apologising for waking her up (it was only
9AM but she was fast asleep), we introduced each other and in the usual
backpacker style asked the standard five questions:
- - Where are you from?
- - How long have you been
travelling?
- - How long do you have left?
- - Where have you been?
- - What’s your favourite place?
Sarah had a very interesting and for her
somewhat life changing trip to India. A
place where travelling on your own is a tough but equally exciting thing to
do. Her perspective on things changed
since her visit, and as every traveller has discovered it is those moments that makes travelling such an illuminating experience.
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| Sarah |
A quick synopsis of Patong Beach first. It is the place most frequented by tourists when they visit the island. Famed for its Ping Pong shows and dance bars
it really mimics what Kosan Road was to Bangkok. Seedy, western and pricey.
The beach itself is littered with tourists and
you are in constant fear of some parasail victim landing on top of you. Suffice to say, I wasn’t a fan of Patong
Beach all that much, despite some of the views it offered.
Avoiding the attack...
On the Friday (I arrived on Thursday), I
was planning to meet up with Misa and her friends. Misa was the girl I went to Myanmar with and
whom I met in Cambodia when touring with Jonas (from my China, Cambodia, Vietnam, a bit of KL and Thailand trip).
We met them on the main bar strip and had a
few drinks together and as the night progressed we ended up trapped in a bar as
it began to rain very heavily - Thailand style. This was
no disadvantage really as there is something beguiling about the sound of rain as it pounds the street whilst you’re outside, covered, enjoying a glass of wine and a bottle of beer.
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| The main bar strip at Patong Beach |
That weekend I left Sarah, for a few days,
and met up with Mariana. We decided
that we would spend the next couple of days touring the island on mopeds and
since I have never rode one before Mariana gave me a few pointers and we were
off on our little but fantastic adventure.
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| Mariana, English Teacher and Moped Instructor! |
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| Our reunion, toasting with my favourite Philippine drink |
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| A quiet night out |
The moped riding was fairly easy,
especially as it was an automatic.
Driving along the roads by the beach was breath-taking and being able to
stop anytime you want to relax or take pictures is great – prior to this my
only touring would have been pre-arranged as part of a trip or with a guide.
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| Action shot! |
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| My bike |
Mariana really made me see what Phuket is
really like. It is beautiful. The beaches were lovely and the views were outstanding. It was sometimes welcoming
getting back on the bike just to cool down as it was some very hot days.
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| Absorbing the view |
At the end of our first day we headed back to the house and
had a few games of chess (I had been learning the game since Nepal). I am proud to say I won three games
in a row :-) !
The next day Sarah came along on the tour,
she decided to delay her leave from the island to take in a couple of trips
that we all booked together (and had negotiated quite astutely with the travel agents - tip: never pay the price they offer!).
The first of these trips was an island hop
that included the Phi Phi Islands, home to the famous beach in the film, ‘The
Beach’. Now to be honest, I am not a big
fan of Phi Phi. It was way too crowded
and it’s not the idyllic place you would expect it to be.
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| Not exactly the paradise you'd expect - a clear example of how tourism can destroy the peace |
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| The beach is also congested with over 30 boats, swimming mainly involves swimming in diesel fuel |
The second trip that we booked was one
called 'James Bond Island Tour'. Now in this
trip you get to visit various caverns, caves and islands, culminating to an
island that was in a James Bond film (hence the name).
Now this trip was majestic.
Not only was the place beautiful but the staff on the tour company fell
over themselves to help you.
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| Sarah feeling a little bloated! |
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| A really cool creature that is a fish but can climb! |
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| The names Bond...James Bond! |
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| At no point do I remember Mariana or Sarah paddling... |
On the visits to the caves, you are taken
on a canoe by your own guide. The three
of us had an amazing and friendly guide whom behind his smiles had a tragic
story. The Tsunami.
I remember watching an excellent
documentary on Channel 4 (a UK mainstream TV channel). It played a timeline of the Tsunami, starting
24 hours before it hit to the aftermath of the devastation. It was unique in that all it showed was the
home made videos that people made, and interviews with those people telling
their story of the horrors they faced and the loss of life they endured.
I remember one story, very clearly, of a
British mother whom securing herself in a backroom, was clinging onto her child
as the Tsunami swept through and their child was ripped out of her hands by
nature and not to be found for a few days later.
Our guide kindly recounted his story to
Mariana, Sarah and myself. He told us
how he was on a tour just like the one we were on and paddled through a cave
into a lagoon with some Americans on board.
As the tourists were taking pictures of the amazing scenery, the water
started to rise inside quite rapidly.
They were protected from the waves themselves as they were completely
enclosed by high rocks; but the sheer force of the water shooting through the
only entry and exit made them rise up and then back down.
He said that one of the Americans
immediately said that it “felt like a Tsunami”.
Our guide didn’t know what it was, and proceeded with the tour and
exited the cave into the open sea. What
he saw was capsized ships, bodies in the water – some they tried to rescue and
ahead of him the islands that were his home, were completely destroyed.
He recounts how he paddled back to the
islands destruction; his thoughts were about his family. Were they safe? Sadly they were not. His wife perished, as too did many of his
friends and work colleagues.
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| Our brilliant guide |
Throughout Phuket you can see signs that
now point the direction to the Tsunami evacuation route; to higher ground or to
buildings that can withstand its destructive force. A little late some might say, but with the prodigious resilience that these people have they will be more than ready if it ever comes back
again.
The Phuket experience was magnificent and I
have Mariana to thank for that. It is
most certainly a place that I will return to in the next year, not just for
Mariana’s fantastic hospitality and friendship, but also to beat her at Chess
once again!
After Phuket Sarah and I headed on a long bus journey
from the island across Thailand and onto a boat to Koh Phangan another Thai island. We arrived at the port, a little exhausted
but with the help of my mobile, we could see where the hostel was and decided
that we should keep fit and walk the ten minutes there.
Nearly over thirty minutes later we arrived at the Red
Cube, more exhausted than ever. The
place was very quiet and run by a couple of Dutch people (from my
recollection). This would be our home
for the next week.
The following day I hired a moped and
inspired by Mariana from the Phuket expedition, Sarah and I took off on our tour
of the island. We decided to split the
trip into two. Doing one side one day
and another side a different day.
The moped was very cheap to hire, $5 per
day, and the vehicle we got was pretty good – well it was until I finished with
it. We visited some really nice, and some deserted beach spots. Sarah opting for the sunniest spot, whilst I
gingerly picked the shade.
However the price for visiting the beach
spots deemed ‘not accessible by road’ was that I bashed our little moped up and had to
pay £200 in damages. Some say you should
have gotten out of it, but I did damage it – not intentionally of course, but
it was me in control and therefore it was right to pay the repair bill. I have to point out that I never fell off
from the bike nor did I crash it – despite the owner repeating to me after looking at
the bike if I was okay and had I any serious injuries!
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| Sarah trying out her moped skills |
The island is most famous for its Full Moon
and half moon parties. We managed to get
there for the half moon party, which was an outdoor trance rave. We met up with two girls on holiday from
Germany (Linda and Greta), took a cab and headed into the craze of the trance den.
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| With Linda |
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| with Greta |
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| Linda and Sarah tackling the buckets of vodka |
Sarah was in her element. Me not so much. I think I was hoping for a bit more
mainstream dance music rather than some fairly dull repetitive tones. I left early needing some sleep and to feed our pet cat that Sarah and I had adopted.
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Our pet cat..
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My trip to Koh Tao was more out of necessity
than a desire. Sarah was leaving to head to Cambodia, I wanted to avoid the madness that is
the full moon party – the island can swell with another 20,000 people. But I also wanted to go diving again,
something I hadn’t done since my trip to the Maldives in what seems like so
many years ago. Sarah and I said our goodbyes and made a plan to meet up again in Australia (where she lives).
I was hoping that Koh Tao would offer some
quiet idilic setting that you see so much of in Thailand but it wasn’t. Koh Tao was packed to the rafters with dive
centres and for my only reason going I had to put up with it.
I settled on Sairee Cottages, a nice place,
expensive to what I’ve been used to paying, but equally run by a great
team. The biggest issue though I’ve
found as you delve into the more touristy areas is the lack of WiFi at some of
the hotels. So trying to Skype every day
resulted in a long trek to one of the cafés in the hope of getting a strong
enough signal to at least chat – video calls were out of the question.
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| Base camp for my daily Skype calls |
The diving itself, where I did my advanced
and Nitrox, was brilliantly instructed but I certainly lacked the enthusiasm
and excitement of my fellow divers. To
me it’s just a fish. Yeah it’s a little
bit bigger than your standard gold fish in the kitchen, but it’s just a fish.
Their excitement and my lack of it resulted
in me cancelling some of the courses that I had booked and paid for; these were
EFR (a first response course) and Rescue Diver.
I thought I could use the money I saved for a quick long haul trip – but instead decided (with a little persuasion) to use it for Myanmar.
I headed back to Bangkok immediately at the
end of my course and took a boat trip and then a very long and boring bus ride.
Out of the three islands I would recommend you visit Phuket and stay at Patong Beach. Despite it's seediness it is a good base to visit the rest of the island, and every now and again you do want a bit of western food and drink.
Koh Tao is the divers paradise, though I have been on much better dives in Bali since. Finally I really enjoyed my trip to Koh Phangan. Outside of the Full Moon party the place is idilic and peaceful, but of course if you want to party then head here at the end of every month - you won't be disappointed.
