17.07.2011 - 21.07.2011 32 °C
There are an awful lot of rubber trees between Penang and Krabi. The bus trip takes about 5 hours, on a smooth inland highway, interrupted around the halfway with the border crossing into Thailand. The young dude who drove the mini bus wore aviator sunlasses, had a bit of a swagger and flew the bus like we were in some combat zone.
At Hat Yai we all had to change buses. Like preschoolers we all got to wear fluro stickers to show them, where they had to drop us off. I was dropped off at Krabi and made the 20 km journey to Ao Nang beach by tuktuk. A couple on the trip were a young Russian from NY and his petite & pretty Toronto girlfriend. I asked him how long he had lived in NY, he said “8 years” and followed that up, with a throw away line, “ I have lived there almost half my life”. I replied, that must make him about 16. He kind of went off me after that. I also found out that Toronto is not called Toronto anymore, it is called T-dot.
When I got to Ao Nang beach I was pleasantly suprized by its beauty and within half an hour of arrival was in a clean spacious room over looking the beach. That night a ventured down to the street stalls and ordered a Mussaman curry & rice, it cost 65 baht , around $2.20 NZ, and was the best one I have ever tasted. I went back the following night and the food was just as good.
A Brit from Birmingham was there with his wife and young child & said they were also regulars, he remarked that she was a fully trained “something” but cooked, because it was her passion.
The next day I took a long boat to the neighbouring bay of Rai Leh, the longboat is the traditional fishing boat, propelled by a car motor with a long propellor shaft attached. They can tilt it up for beach landings and drop it down in the open water. They can travel at quite a clip leaving large “ rooster tails” behind them as they cross the bay. A very enjoyable place to visit
I hadn't intended to go to Phuket, but at the last minute decided to go. You don't know unless you try, so I headed off for Patong Beach. It's one of those tourist towns, bars, souvenirs and the playing of that age old dance, older men looking for their youth & love while young girls who supply it, are in it for the money, probably to support their family. You see love lost “Chubby Joe” walking round the town with a beautiful girl on his arm, looking like he has just put the air in the football.Two days was more than enough in Phuket.
Had a great conversation with the manager of my hotel, about the complexities Thai politics, so complex that I don't want to confuse you.
From here its off to Bangkok