Beth dreading Patrizia's hair - her Swiss double! |
Benches are often the only refuge from relentless ants |
Our camo neighbour |
On the other side of the lake are a collection of floating raft-houses, with a small but tasty restaurant and a scarily rickety dive platform from where I tried to scare random kayakers.
A further short boat ride took us deep into jungle territory, a magical place where the plants react to the slightest touch :)
Deeper still (deeper!) and we were taken through a cave following an underground river, which got narrower and narrower until we were literally abseiling down underground waterfalls and swimming through the deeper sections. Along with the thousands of bats and spiders lurked some even nastier-looking unnameable monsters.
Yet another unnameable monster |
Getting used to motorbikes, pickups or motorbike sidecar foodstalls pulling out into the road without the slightest glance at the traffic, happens fairly quickly - the most worrying part is when you're happily motoring along at 60mph or so on a dual carriageway and see someone (usually a motorbike foodstall) coming towards you on your side... they swerve, you swerve, everyone smiles and you truck on. I found that expecting this to happen all the time was the safest way to travel.
Our first run-in with the police happened on the way to Patong, landed us with a 300B (£6) fine for driving without a license... meh. Patong should probably be experienced once in every person's life - once is probably enough too. As the seedy hub of Phuket's (and essentially Thailand's) sex-tourism, this place thrives on the type of people you'd give a wide berth to back home, with the main crowds lining trannie-alley, a 100m stretch of filth where the ladyboys gyrate atop tables and show off their brand new (and occasionally very deceptive!) implants and bodies. I won't go into too much detail, but the strip clubs (all women thankfully... or were they?!) make Krakov's clubs look like a church tea party.
Drinking around there is just as debauched - a favourite around the local bars is a thai bucket - involving a load of Sangsom (local hella cheap dark rum) and Red Bull. The Red Bull here is like a syrup, I'm told because it's many times stronger than the equivalent back home (european anti-amphetamine laws probably) and gives you a mean headache the next day. Similarly the local beer, Chang, is the cheapest around and at 6.4% can leave you with a massive Changover.
A slap-up meal Christmas Eve was much needed, a very understated little restaurant with crab pieces in coconut soup the size of your fist. Beth ordered a Sangsom, which at 200B (£4) we initially thought pricey, however when a half-litre bottle was presented our minds were set far more at ease!
A very chilled Christmas day consisted of motoring around the island on our moped, stopping to see the largest Buddha in Thailand which although still incomplete is an incredible sight to behold.
The Buddha Cat, asleep and twitching |
So a very merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you, wishing you all the best from our little mosquito-netted beach den! xx