Monday, July 13, 2009

Paradise Lost (Phi Phi Islands, Thailand)



Our day began fast and panicky.  We needed to take the ferry from Phuket to the Phi Phi Islands, and we had to arrive at Rassada Pier by 8:30am to make the boat.  If we missed this boat, then we would not be able to scuba dive in phi phi later in the afternoon.  Since Dave had a flight to catch in Phuket the following day, it would be our only chance to dive with him.  Of course, we were misinformed of the departure time by a late night reception clerk. As a result, we were still on the way to the docks at about 8:35am.  Packed into the back of a Thai Pickup truck in pouring rain, negativity swirled about.  Dave attempted to temper our negativity with optimism, but I did not think that optimism could halt our boat's departure.  We leapt out of the bed of the truck at the docks, and our boat was just beginning to untie.  We raced through the ship yard, Dave handled the ticket purchasing, and we made it by just a few seconds.  

The boat ride to Phi Phi was calm and peaceful.  Kristin went to the interior of the boat to nap, while Dave and I discussed the past on the back deck of the ferry.  We met a very interesting young man from Chile named Patricio.  He had just worked for 6 months in Australia doing fruit picking piecework to presumably finance his travels.  Him and his buddies would pick mandarins on an Aussie farm, and get paid per fruit picked.  He asked us why Americans didn't seem to travel very much, and we talked about the culture of work in America.  After speaking with him for a while, our eagle eyed Chilean friend spotted some dolphins swimming alongside our boat.  We watched these shiny gray fish swim and jump, and it could not have been a better way to wrap up a great transfer.  We were pulling into Ton sai Bay, Phi Phi Don.

The Phi Phi islands number 2.  One has lodging and a small population; the other is a designated national park.  Phi Phi Don is the inhabited island and where we would be staying.  The island has no streets, with most transport done by dragontail boat.  The other island is Phi Phi Leh.  It has become pretty famous since being featured in the movie, "The Beach," and has an unbelievable crescent shaped bay that barely opens up to the ocean beyond.  We would need an additional transfer to reach our hotel at the northern tip of the island.  Our hotel was extremely nice and absolutely terrible. All aesthetic things are perfect and beautiful, but they rip you off for everything and attempt to hold you prisoner in the resort.  The Phi Phi Island Resort and Spa charges a huge amount for a transfer off of resort grounds, and do not allow outside dragontail boats to pick up from the shores of the resort.  As a result, you are required to purchase excursions and food at the resort unless you want to pay 800 baht (almost $30) for a ride to the main area of the island.  I have taken to calling the place The Phi Phi Island Resort and Prison.  In all honesty though, it is not a bad place to be held prisoner.

After checking in and having to pay 900 baht (!) for an additional bed for Dave (for 1 night), we were signing up at the resort dive center because we had no other choice.  We had a great dive with our dive master Song, and unfortunately, since our underwater camera quit working, I cannot provide pictures of the dive.  We were surrounded by all types of coral and fish.  It was like taking a 40 minute trip to some strange world.  The visibility was supposedly not too good, but after learning in an Oklahoma lake, we were both pretty blown away by everything.  After the dive, Kristin decided to hit up the gym in the hills at our resort.  Dave and I just sat on the front porch and ate strange fruits.  This is when the storm began to roll in.  It got pretty ugly and, 29 hours later, is still raining.  Numerous times throughout our stay, I have kind of half expected to see Keeanu Reeves allowing Patrick Swayze one last ride just off shore.  It is storm of the century stuff.

We went swimming in the rain after Kristin finished at the gym.  Initially, we thought the showers were a refreshing novelty.  Little did we know.  After our swim, we had drinks and dinner at the beachfront restaurant while the winds raged.  A band was walking around and playing music for each table.  Since we all come from Texas, they played country for us, The Eagles.  We did not even know that The Eagles were country.  Later in the night they played the song "Daniel," which was extremely coincidental because that is Kristin's brother's name, and it was his birthday.  Happy (belated) Birthday man.

We had our first great night sleep in some time, resting until 9:45am.  We almost missed breakfast, which was actually free.  It was a great spread, and we all stockpiled food on numerous plates. I even stuffed a few fruits and a danish into my pocket.  Apparently, I left my shame somewhere along the way.  We said our goodbyes to Dave and he was 2 boat rides and a plane trip away from returning to his home in Kuala Lumpur.  After breakfast, I accidentally stole a razor from the hotel convenience store.  I seriously cannot remember how it happened, but the thing was in my pocket later on in the day.  Fruit, razors, danishes...I am becoming a petty thief.  We pretty much lazed the day away.  The rain was coming down like mad.  We walked around the resort grounds to assess the damage done by the storm.  It looked like a typhoon hit, and at one point, our path was even obstructed by a gigantic felled tree.

We were watching shark week a few months ago, and found out that more people are killed by falling coconuts then by sharks each year.  As a result, we were extra cautious to tread lightly around the towering palm trees on this day.  We noticed several coconuts on the grounds about the resort, and as the trees violently swayed in the 30 knot winds of this monsoon, we were certain the day would not be without some unnecessary casualties.  When the tide went out, we began to explore the sea bed and nearby areas.  The tide goes out so far, that when a boat arrives at low tide, the passengers must be shipped in on a small utility truck after docking about 200m from the resort.

It is crappy being straight up stormed out in paradise.  We sort of planned on the Phi Phi portion of our trip to be a vacation within a vacation.  Here we are with world class beaches just steps away, and we can barely leave our bungalow because of the winds and the rains.  It is pretty damn annoying.  We can both totally fathom how awe-inducing this place could be with great weather, but we will probably not get to experience it.  The forecast reads like an epitaph for our phi phi vacation, 90% chance of storms and 25-30 knot winds, for the next week.    

We ate dinner at a Thai restaurant in the hills behind our resort called Ruenthai.  We had interesting shakes to start off.  Kristin had apple, guava, and mint (a calming mixture); I had coconut and carrot (supposedly it aided with digestion).  For an appetizer, we had chicken satay with peanut sauce and pickled cucumbers.  For our mains, Kristin had a wide white noodle stir fry, and I had a chicken, potato, and peanut Thai curry.  It cleared out my sinuses, but my coconut and carrot concoction blocked the inevitable heartburn.  After dinner, we walked down the beach and enjoyed a break in the rain.


Dave and I commuting to the Phis - oh I bet buddy


we caught this guy catching a hell of a nap



Engine room of our transfer vessel from Phuket to Phi Phi



An island



Pulling in to Ton Sai Bay, Phi Phi Don



Boats in the harbor



The docks at Phi Phi Don city



Phi Phi Don city



Kristin enjoying her welcome drink



Our Bungalow



Rambutan head on her way to the gym


The storms came



My words could not describe the strength of the wind,
how about this?



We did resort grounds damage assessment



Broken restaurants


Another shot of swaying trees



Blocking the path back to our bungalow



View from our balcony


Lizards love storms



Even in awful weather, Phi Phi still looks nice


Our secluded beach



Main building of Phi Phi Island Resort & Spa



A rainy day, this picture was taken at noonish



Dragon-tail boat



We know, we know



Low tide kids



It goes out pretty far at low tide, here, Kristin ponders the great expanse



This was all underwater a few hours prior



The "Ferry"



Posing


Kristin called this "chocolate chip beach"



Branches on cookie dough beach



Self portraits



We walked a long ways and the tide began to creep back, we
feared that we would be stranded


The decorations are to appease spirits, I think



Krabi in the background - low tide


Going for some coconuts



The view from our table at Ruenthai restaurant



1/2 of the dining party



the other half



An orange mango beverage



Our App, chicken skewers with peanut sauce


My presented dinner, in a dunce cap


I poured the curry over the rice and our
server acted like she had never seen a move like
that before



Kristin's chicken wide white noodle stir fry, served in a leaf
 
We goofed off the whole dinner and the thai waitress seemed to
be annoyed, we loved it.  You don't have to tip here!  I am starting to
prefer bad service.  It saves money.



To calm the storm that I created in my stomach



Lobby at night



Very loud bull frog

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Phang Nga Bay (Phuket, Thailand)












The morning came too soon.  Bleary eyed loons we were, starved, grumping like mad, and on our way to Phang Nga national park.  Food is all around us though.  Thailand is the bread basket of Asia.  Their relaxed lifestyle, relative to our western ways, stems from an accessibility to resources that in the west we have been removed from through processes.  Where we come from, to eat, we must prepare, plant and harvest.  Here, they grab some fruit off of a tree or a fish out of the ocean.  Culture is inexplicably linked to the ways things have been done by our ancestry.  Here, the relaxed pace of life comes from the abundance of resources enjoyed by the Thai people, past and present.  


Kristin and I met our guides at the Phuket Royal Yacht Club.  We really hit the jackpot with the tour company that we chose, Simba Sea Tours.  They are a family run outfit, and today we would meet the father-son combo of Geoff and Seb - British Australians that live in Thailand.  It essentially felt like going out on a boat with good friends.  Our tour would bring us throughout Phang Nga Bay which is a protected Thai national park.  The dramatic rock features of the park are a result of the Indian and Eurasian plates smashing into each other.  Our first stop, a cave within a steep limestone rock, was dark and foreboding.  Most of our travel group walked through barefoot, but Kristin insisted on wearing her shoes.  It was probably not a bad move, as a few cave dwelling creatures were definitely spotted, creeping about on numerous appendages.  When we arrived back at the boat, our hosts had provided a full spread of fresh fruit and we enjoyed it on our way to James Bond island.  James Bond island is famous for being in the "Man with the Golden Gun" movie as a bad guy's hideout.  The beauty of the island was great, though the Bondian significance was lost on Kristin and I.  


Our next stop, an Indonesian fishing village called Panyee Village, is located on stilts in an area that has been fished nomadically for the last 3000 years.  Nearby, one can even find prehistoric carvings on the walls of cliffs, childlike scrawls of dolphins and other fish, dating back thousands of years.  The story goes that 5 nomadic Indonesian families originally settled this village many many years ago.  They stuck a flag in the shallow waters to denote it as their land, and that is where the name Panyee Village comes from.  It means flag in Indonesian.  It has dramatic uninhabitable rocks exploding out of the ocean directly behind it, but, for all intents and purposes, this village is in the middle of the ocean.  The village is 100% Muslim and completely free of dogs.  There is no police force or judicial system to speak of, as Panyee is instead run by elders.  It is also a co-operative, and the families all share in all tourist and fishing revenue together.   Since Phang Nga park is considered a national park, no one is allowed to fish, exploit or do any business within park limits, except the people of Panyee.  This is because their society predates the formation of the national park system by a very long time and they depend on the waters of Phang Nga for sustenance.  


We attached the boat to the village docks, walked passed some sharks circling in sea nets right off the bridge way, and entered the open air dining room.  We had a feast laid out before us, a Thai family style meal that we enjoyed with the Warner's, an extremely kind and interesting Australian family.  It was really great for us to eat with a nice family because we missed our families so much.  After doing the customary Thai utensil cleaning with a small pink napkin, which is a sort of measure of etiquette over here, we were flying through plates of Thai food, peppered squid dishes, enormous fried spicy drumsticks, chicken stir fry, and other delicious fare.  Lunch was amazing. 


Following our feast, we set out to navigate the village.  A curious place, Kristin and I really enjoyed exploring its nooks and crannies.  We walked about in a crumbled school, peaked into villager's homes, and tried not to make eye contact with the Gibbons monkeys being carried about everywhere.  Many villagers had diapered Gibbons draped across their midsection's.  Gibbons are cute furry headed creatures with long arms and a fondness for *mid-eighties Whitney Houston.  They are also known to bite strangers and tend to carry the rabies virus.  We refrained from engaging them or taking pictures, as supposedly, a tourist was attacked by a gang of bamboo toting Gibbons monkeys a few years back for taking a picture of one.  The hypothesized reason for the assault?  Gibbons feel as though they are not very photogenic, suffering from the deep psychological damage that being characterized as a lesser ape carries.  Yeah, I made all that stuff up, starting with the star.  Somehow, we just forgot to  take a picture of one, and I felt that I needed to treat you to a fictional account in its absence.


Birds are really quite popular in this part of the world.  I asked Geoff, our guide, why we kept seeing birds outside of people's homes.  He told us that Thais frequently engage in bird competitions and theorized that plumage was probably a big part of the scoring process.  He even gave us an example of a Thai handyman that came to fix some stuff at his house.  The man brought a cage with his bird companion in it, a mohawked guy that had significant plumage.  It is interesting how different cultures can be.


I spoke at length with Seb, our younger guide.  He was probably around my age, and was a cool informative guy.  We talked about a number of topics through out the day, politics, religion, entertainment, and living in Thailand.  Apparently, as a westerner, it is very difficult to do business in Thailand.  A foreigner must not own more than 49% of their own company, and it takes a strong stomach, smart lawyers, and probably a bit of courage to do business over here.  Many western men will marry Thai women to legally maneuver around this foreign ownership paradigm.  


We took the boat out to an island called Ko Naka, and on the way, the trip was a bit dicey.  A storm was beginning to roll in, and as a result, the water was becoming choppy.  We were told that a while back on the same route, a passenger in the front of the boat threw up, and it flew back onto the captain.  Bummer.  Geoff and Seb now make sure that individuals prone to seasickness sit towards the rear of the vessel.  Once on the beach, we ate a variety of fruits.  Geoff came over and noticed that we had only partook in the watermelon and pineapple, and urged us to be adventurous.  We tried mangosteen (the queen of fruits), lonkongs, and ramburtans.  All were delicious.  We followed the fruit with some homemade flapjacks.  Unfortunately, all was not good in paradise.  Our underwater camera that we borrowed from Kristin's dad just quit working, so we were not able to take too many pictures on this island.  It is a huge bummer because we brought that camera for our dives and had yet to even go on one.  Kristin thinks her family has a curse with electronic items.  After nearly being overrun by giant hermit crabs, we returned to dry land and eventually our hotel.


We arrived at our hotel to meet up with Dave.  The three of us went to a nice dinner on the beach. We ate beef and drank fruit shakes, followed by a long walk home on the beach.








Leaving Phuket for Phang Nga Bay National Park, for the day 




Pretty other worldly




Limestone Outcropping




A very, very small beach




that led to a cave with this creepy monster in it 




A Hong




Outside the cave




Kristin shaking off the morning




Enjoying the boat




Phang Nga Bay




A junk in the bay




James Bond Island - called so for the Golden Gun movie, that
came out 35 years ago




Bay opposite James Bond Island





Another shot of the bay




A dock




Ancient carvings of sea gypsies 




An Indonesian fishing village - Panyee Village




The docks of the village



Our lunch - diversification at its finest



Kristin's lunch, but not really



The village, they seemed to eke out a decent living



A Panyee street scene



Would be kind of weird living on water



Kristin looking at a shark



We took a sea canoe through some hongs (cave rooms with
 no ceiling) and mangroves.


A caveish opening
\
Going through the caveish opening 



Muddy Mudskipper



Mangroves



A Tree Crab



On our way to the beach



Kristin on the beach - Ko Naka



Pretty secluded



A hermit crab skittering across the sand 



He was a pretty big guy



Yeah



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