Monday 30 April 2012

Where have all my beaches gone.... (21 April 2012)


Songkran marks the start of the wet season here, and Mother Nature got it right for once! Since then the rain has been in evidence, with some pretty big thunderstorms and stair rod rain. But not all the time, there is still some sun in between and occasionally of an evening the mercury is a chilly 25C... But a couple of nights ago there was a really big storm, preceeded by a short, sharp wind strong enough to blow some sun umbrellas into the pool. The evidence was clear the next morning with my long sandy beach disappeared under a foaming sea and lapping right up to the walkway's edge - no sand to be seen. The main town beach in Ao Nang was the same, sand disappeared under the swirling surf. This beach is normally as crowded with longtail boats as Bluewater is with cars on a Xmas Saturday, but today, not one was to be seen.



But more rain gives me more time to spot Thai typo's. Not sure I would take my child to the Coma Clinic for "pediatric and other diseases", perhaps they make them better by getting them to sleep for a long time... Or want to quench my thirst on a cool bottle of "SWEAT" that sat proudly on display in the 7/11 chilled cabinet. Menus continue to be a challenge and I have been offered fish in breadgrum, coutons, chicken beast, frech fries, ice cream Sunday, fish sillet. And of course Gordon Blue and his chicken can be found on most Thai menus.... But I guess the most widespread are those blue notices pointing out the route to take in case of an "earthqake".
One thing I am glad is not a typo though is the carton of "butterfly pea juice" I have just bought....


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Tuesday 24 April 2012

Songkran Sunday (15 April 2012)




Like our Xmas or New Year, Songkran lasts a few days. After the water mayhem of day one, day three, the Sunday, seems a lot calmer. Noppharat Thara beach, the long, two mile or so empty stretch of shaded beach which is great for a walk is suddenly transformed. Thousands of people, in mainly large family groups congregate along the walkway shaded by the trees and settle down to a feast. And no dried out sandwiches and a few boiled eggs here, it's a full on cookout! Laid out on huge mats, the families, all of several generations, tuck into a selection of dishes that any Thai restaurant would be proud of. The women peel and chop the veg as the men sip a beer and the kids play on the sand. Any Thai women swimming do so virtually fully clothed. The food is cooked in a wok over charcoal or a full on gas bottle cooker, chicken and fresh fish barbecue away. Cars jostle to park along the road, still streaked with the talc laden water stains from the water throwing day.


The smell was amazing, spolit only by the occasional dried fish on a stick man waving his smelly wares for sale!


And for those having a day off from cooking, the stalls lining the other side of the road would cook your feast and then deliver it to you on huge trays. There were candy floss sellers, bright inflatable beach toy sellers and the ice cream bikes going up and down sounding their distinctive chimes.There was a lovely family atmosphere, and if I was the only Thai person walking along Brighton beach on a sunny Bank Holiday, I'm not sure I would be greeted with so many smiles, hello's and Happy New Year's.



Next day walking along everything was back to normal, well, if normal includes seeing this cool dude dog having his nap in (literally!) the sand! Now, Dylan, how about you try that at Ferryside....





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Monday 16 April 2012

A Soaking on Songkran (13 April 2012)


No idea how I've missed it before but today is Songkran, a three day festival celebrating the Thai New Year, also known as the water festival, so today I am a Songkran newbie.



The most obvious celebration of Songkran is the throwing of water. Thai's roam the streets with containers of water or water guns (sometimes mixed with mentholated talc), or post themselves at the side of roads with a garden hose and drench each other and passersby. This, however, was not always the main activity of this festival. Songkran was traditionally a time to visit and pay respects to elders, including family members, friends, neighbours, and monks. And as an elder, I was expecting the odd sprinkle, but not the mass madness that is out there!




I wake up to find the hotel pool festooned with balloons, every fountain, jacuzzi and water feature turned on and a huge poolside buffet laid out for later on. I pack my bag with everything in waterproof bags and venture out. It started gently enough with the odd squirt from a water pistol, but as I got to the road the extent of the celebration became clear! Lining the road were water stations, huge bins of water, hose pipes, buckets, water pistols, you name it. Every passing vehicle including motorbikes, open tuk tuks and police cars were doused. I thought I could get away with it by skulking along the pavement, but no, water came from everywhere. I had two choices, go back to the safety of the hotel, or go with the flow. The flow it was and my, did it flow! After trying to escape the worst soaking by crossing and re crossing the road at strategic points to miss the worst, and then standing in the sun for a while to try and dry off, it became clear that the best strategy was just to go with it! I was assaulted with pans of water, water pistols and daubed with mentholated talc, and ended up looking like an entrant into the over 50's Miss Wet T shirt competition, which had there been one, of course I would have won! It's obvious how seriously the Thai's take this holiday, virtually all of the shops, bars and restaurants are closed.
Besides the throwing of water, people celebrating Songkran as a Buddhist festival may also go to a wat (Buddhist monastery) to pray and give food to monks. But temples seem to be in short supply here, so I didn't witness that, but did see the new offerings at all the spirit houses along the way. I pop into a shop that was open to escape for a few minutes, but still no escape. I am smeared with more talc and given New Year kisses by the two old guys who were in there.... Happy days, and Happy New Year!l



But by lunchtime, the skies decide to make their own watery contribution to Songkran, the thunder rumbles and the rain starts. You have to feel sorry for the hotel, everything laid out for the barbecue, and then having to be hastily moved away before even one customer had sat down. Pity really I was looking forward to a prawn thrown on the barbie.....and is a Bank Holiday when it rains but everyone is throwing water at everyone else still considered a washout?




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Saturday 14 April 2012

Heading for the hills, tsunami alert (11 April 2012)




I was happily chatting to Deryn on Facetime when it started dropping continuously so I suspected some increased internet traffic was slowing things down. Sure enough when I check the news, I see there has been a big earthquake off Indonesia, the same place that generated the huge tsunami here back in 2004. But I realised that if anything was to happen then there were several hours to go, any wave generated had a long way to travel. I hadn't felt anything but reports said that the tremors from the earthquake itself were felt in Bangkok. But just as I was musing on it all and checking the wires the official sirens went off here. The hotel I am in is about half a kilometre back from the beach but not much above sea level. The government loudspeakers told everyone to move immediately to higher ground, which is luckily never far away here in Krabi. There seemed no immediate panic at the hotel with the staff carrying on as normal. But one poor little eight year old Finnish girl was in floods of tears, bad timing, but they had just been to the tsunami museum. When the hotels own alarms also started going off I knew it was time to move. But to be on the safe side I packed a bag with all the essentials, gill jell, medicine bag, passport and money, iPad, iPod and phone, external power supply, water - oh and the bottle of duty free Bacardi..... And then went back for my mac, the skies had turned an ominous black colour.... So I joined the small stream of people going past the hotel, some running, some walking leisurely and went up the nearest hill, through another hotel. I got chatting to a group of young Brits who had just arrived and we decided to stop at another hotel at the top of the hill until we knew more. The hotel were really helpful and they had wifi so we were all trawling the net trying to find out what, if anything was going to happen. Some people looked really scared, but in truth we were never in real danger, we were quite high and far back from the beach, there was a mountain trail behind the hotel which had been cleared for such an eventuality, and we knew that if a wave was on the way we would have hours of warning. And frankly if the wave was so high as to reach where we were, there was probably a lot more to worry about than scrambling up a mountain trail. The hotel people, all of whom looked really concerned, but I guess they have lived through the real thing, were really good at telling us all they knew, showed us where the mountain track was so we settled down and waited, passing on any titbits of news anyone came across from the web or messages from home. But what was more frightening to me was the monumental thunderstorm that unleashed itself as we waited. It was a real monster and seemed directly overhead. We were all moved away from the windows.... It circled around for what seemed an age and of course precluded the special tsunami lookouts on a nearby high point from seeing the approach of anything.... The rain was so heavy you could see very little just yards in front of you. The power kept going on and off. As the storm calmed a bit it brought out a cloud of horrible looking storm bugs that the hotel had to keep brushing away as they formed a thick carpet on the floor, and the plague of frogs that followed to eat up said bugs only added to the already somewhat surreal situation. This was all beginning to feel a bit too biblical for my liking.....
So what to do in a situation like this, oh I know, get out the e reader and order a why why..... Well we weren't in England and no one offered to make a pot of tea! And watch the local people paying more attention than usual to the buddha altar in the reception, lots of water pouring going on. So we waited and waited, warnings lifted one minute only to be put back in place the next as the severe aftershock kicked in. Stories of Phuket airport closed, times when a wave would arrive and so on abounded. I realised how dependent we are on the internet when things like this happen, it was one thing getting conflicting reports but surely better than having no information at all. And apart from the short power outages due to the tremendous storm, the internet held up well.
It turned out that the hotel I had unwittingly ended up at, the Palm Terrace, was a sister hotel to mine, and they were using it as evacuation place, so they gave me a room. At that point, the tsunami warning had just been lifted but they said we should all stay there just to be on the safe side. It made sense and when the sirens went off again an hour or so later, I was pleased to be where I was, even though it was a false alarm.
So all in all a drama, and luckily not a crisis. Big thanks have to go to the Thai authorities whose warning system and plans worked to get everyone to a safe place, and to the Nagapura and Palm Terrace hotels for looking after everyone, guests and non guests alike, they welcomed anyone who stopped.



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Friday 13 April 2012

Fake Haviana's are the new fake Croc's in Ao Nang (8 - 10 April 2012)


I was last here with Ant a few years ago, so decided to come back and see what's changed. Good old Bangkok Airways got me here in another trusty prop plane and I braved the airport shuttle bus (airconditioning equals rusty old fans....) for the 45 minute trip to Ao Nang. My bag, as scuffed and well travelled as it is, still stood out among the piles of other luggage, all of them backpacks and most got off in Krabi town to take boats to the various islands, not by themselves of course, accompanied by their gap year owners!



But battered or not my £3 ride dropped me off at my hotel. I check into my room only to find a group of Ozzies holding a pool party outside. Well, it was rude to ignore their invitation and I spent the afternoon, feet in the cool pool, trying out their rather nice, newly invented cocktail, the Tasmanian Moon. Thai whiskey, lime, ice and ginger ale, surprisingly refreshing. I managed two but they had been at them since ten that morning (I was still at my hotel in Koh Samui at that time...) and I think the by next morning they had rechristened them the Tasmanian Devil! But they were a great bunch of people.



The hotel, the Ao Nang Nagapura is in a newish hotel area between Ao Nang beach where all the "shopping" is and Nopparat Thara, the long, narrow, white sand beach which is for "relaxation". It's just a few minutes walk to either one. I explore Ao Nang first, and remember the spectacular views of the jagged islands in the distance. The beach, whilst very pretty is not a sitting on kind of a beach. It is the place where all the longtail boats go to wherever you want, including the hotel Ant and I stayed in last time which was accessible only by boat. Ao Nang is actually nicer and tidier than I remember and it is more of a family resort, I think the real partying goes on on the islands. It's weird how different areas seem to have different nationalities of tourists, here, no Russian's, mainly Finn's and Australian's with a few Brit's thrown in. The shops which I remember well for fake DVD's are still there, but the fake Croc's that were everywhere then (in fact it was the first time we had really seen them), have been replaced with fake Haviana's! Nopparat Thara is much quieter, apart from at each end where there are more longtail boats for hire, it's just a long stretch of pretty beach and calm water. But Krabi province doesn't allow sunbeds on any beaches so if you want to spend time there you have to camp out on your beach towel! But they also have little sitting areas where I spent a while until I was joined by a large Thai family. Apart from gleaning that they were from Surat Thani (not even sure whether that was the city or the province) and they were all one extended family, neither of us understood anything else. And with the lack of sense of personal space that you often find here, I was soon crowded in as they inspected everything from my ereader to exclaiming over the measle like mozzie bites across my shoulders I had acquired the day before! I was offered beer, and decided to take my leave before the food appeared. Refusing that really may have appeared rude! But a nice interlude.



The hotel has so far, proved good. It had some pretty bad Tripadvisor reviews but when I tried to change it everywhere else was booked, a combination of Easter for Europeans and Songkran for locals, looks like Tripadvisor is powerful. This place is empty, but the rooms are good and huge, the pool area amazing. The hotels around have all been built after this one and are cookie cutter hotels, lots of rooms on a small footprint. But this one does have a feeling of space. And I have treated myself (again, I hear you cry....) to a pool access room, so I can step off my big terrace right into the pool, lovely.



The one really weird thing is the huge grass expanse to one side of the pool which is festooned with a variety of lifesize animals from swans, to dogs to deer. And a few less than lifesize giraffes, bizarre!






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Thursday 12 April 2012

Leaving Samui behind (8 April 2012)


I have enjoyed it here at Mae Nam beach and the Florist Resort. It was full moon the night before I leave and as I have yet another great seafood dinner on the sand I gaze over to Koh Phangan where up to 30,000 revellers attend the party. Several ferries go over there and the one from Mae Nam was a busy one. It is a bit of a tatty old thing and not one I'd fancy the crossing in... But the moon waited till the day after it was full to reward us with this magnificent display - hard to work out whether it was sunset or moon rise!



Rather special watching its reflection in the shimmering water, I like to think it was bidding me a fond farewell from Samui, reminding me how amazing it is, so I will return!
So I have spent my days here soaking up the atmosphere, popping into the big city (?) Chaweng now and again when in need of a Starbuck's and watching the local police nab lines of helmet less motorcyclists, it looked a real money spinner. But I was definitely not visiting this beauty salon. In English it doesn't sound too good, but in Thai it's not a lot better, poo here means crab.... But onwards we go, next stop, Krabi.



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Sunday 1 April 2012

Fame at last... (1 April 2012)




OK I'm not a candidate for the paps at home, but here in Koh Samui that's a bit different. Thai Cosmo did an article on gorgeous people escaping the British winter here in Thailand, and I find myself as a cover girl! Don't think you can get it in the UK though.
But not much escape today from the British winter, it rained all night and for the first time, I wake up to grey skies and relentless rain and rumbling thunder, the change at home from warm summer weather to a cold snap appears to have happened here too, the mercury this morning down to a chilly 24 degrees.... so today I will spend my time messing about on the iPad and see if I can find any more interesting apps. My latest find is Camera Awesome....
And by the way, that bit about the weather is no April Fool.....




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