Posted on November 17, 2019
Our first week in Thailand was coming to an end with this being our last day on the stunningly beautiful island of Phi Phi as well as the final day of our tour group before heading out on our own to continue our adventures. We got up early to spend every possible moment enjoying the island. While the town was still quiet, we checked out of the hotel, left our bags at the front desk to be gathered with the rest of the tour group and explored some of the more residential area of Phi Phi off of the main tourist streets.


Looking hot and tired. At this point I’m in denial about how sick I am. That soup though…
We walked through some of the shops that were open that catered more to the locals with food staples and services. We watched as workers from small hostels and B&Bs hung laundry and work in their yards. The morning was peaceful and quiet. We got an early lunch at a small restaurant with a stunning view. On the way back to the hotel, we stopped for our first Thai massage. It was expensive, by Thai standards, but it the open air rooms right next to the beach were irresistible. For those that have never had a Thai massage, they are remarkably affordable and they are work- for your massage therapist- and you. There’s a lot of stretching, slapping, tapping and bending, in ways that sometimes you think you may not bend. Either way, I loved the experience and when we were done we headed back to the hotel to spend our remaining time on Koh Phi Phi at the beach.

Even an overpriced Thai massage is still a deal. Especially at the beach.
I’m a beachcomber; I’m fascinated by everything from the ocean and I love to find bits of old coral and interesting shells washed up and imagine what they might have been in life. I was was collecting some souvenir pieces when a hermit crab who’d been well hidden in his shell, objected to me moving him and gave me a bit of a scare when he poked his legs out. I inspected some of the other shells I’d collected, only to discover that a lot of them were in fact, occupied homes. I stood for a moment and scanned the area of the beach where I’d been collecting and suddenly noticed shells moving around all over the place. There were tiny hermit crabs EVERYWHERE.
I lived my best life for an hour or so, collecting shells, followed hermit crabs, swimming in the sea and sunbathing until it was time to meet the group to catch the ferry and head back to Phuket. The same process of getting ourselves back onto the long-tail boats from two days earlier repeated itself and our luggage made it safely to the pier. 


The ferry ride back to Phuket was calm and peaceful and I spent it out on the sun deck getting last minute advice from our guide for the next two weeks of travel, soaking up some vitamin D in the sun, enjoying the salty sea air and the last moments of being on the ocean.




We arrived back into Phuket at about 5:00 pm. Two vans took us back to the hotel we’d originally started the tour at a week earlier. It felt like a lifetime ago and also like a blink of an eye all at once. We said our farewell to the group and then Shawn and I boarded another van (arranged for us by our amazing tour leader the day before) to take us to our next destination, a hotel stay in the Karon area of Phuket for one night, before heading north to Bangkok. We were relieved to be finished with the group, as I’d found the difference in our ages to be challenging, but Shawn and I were both starting to get anxious about having to go it alone now with no more tour guide to protect or advise us. As daunting as it felt, I knew we’d done enough research that we’d somehow manage. Shawn and I are great partners in many things in life, including travel. Even though we’d already had a week of incredible sights, food and culture shock, it somehow felt like our adventure was only just beginning. For now, we had one more day to enjoy the beach.
We checked into a beautiful and surprisingly affordable Centara Karon Resort and found supper at a charming little restaurant just down the road. First thing in the morning, we had a gourmet breakfast (and found bacon for the first time since arriving in Thailand) and headed to see Karon beach, a short walk from our hotel.
Very, popular but not the cleanest, Karon beach is definitely overcrowded and not the ideal place to stay if you’re looking for paradise, however, it’s a bit more family oriented and you won’t find the frenetic party vibe here that you get in the Patong district of Phuket.

Spirit house on Karon beach


For lunch, we decided on Angus O’Tool’s Irish Pub near the hotel, as I could only stomach something a bit more familiar to my usual cuisine. At this point, I was feeling pretty ill (and if I’m honest, I’d been sick since day four). I was scarfing down anti-diarrhea and anti-nausea meds like candy. I had antibiotics with me, but I wasn’t sure if this was a bug or bacteria, or just my IBS flaring up from a change in diet and routine. In hindsight, taking the antibiotics would have made the next two weeks easier, but you live and you learn… I’d been very open to trying new foods and was loving all the Thai cuisine, but maybe hadn’t been cautious enough. Either way, at that point I was feeling pretty gross and Irish food in form of a plate of fries seemed the most palatable. After lunch we headed to the airport and waited for the next journey to begin. We were leaving the beautiful beaches and heading into the city…. the city songs and movies have been written about. BANGKOK.

Bangkok Bound
As always, thanks for taking the time to read about my travels. Feel free to comment, ask questions and share. Until next time, stay tuned for the next part of the adventure. Safe and happy travels!
-L
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Posted on June 30, 2019
The continuing saga of our epic adventure found us on our second day on the stunning island of Phi Phi and our seventh day in Thailand. This day began with my husband asking if I’d heard the monkeys in the night. I hadn’t, even with the windows open in our hillside cabin, I’d slept like a rock, and I’m glad I hadn’t heard them. Confession: I’m not a monkey fan.

View from our balcony
Some are cute, but I’d seen videos of the ones in South East Asia that rip open backpacks, strip off car parts and even attack people to get their food. Monkeys are smart (probably smarter than me), primal and can even have rabies. They make me uncomfortable. I was certainly weary about meeting any of these locals. Our tour guide had warned us that there were monkeys in the area and urged us not to leave food out on our balconies over night. When I went out onto our balcony that morning to check if the swim suits I’d laid over the rail the night before were dry, I froze; there was a monkey on the rooftop of the adjacent building, staring at me. Motion caught my peripheral vision and I noticed one in the grass down to the right and another on the roof with the first. They noticed me but didn’t seem to be closing in. I hissed for Shawn, who came out to see what I was upset about. We watched for a few moments and when we realized there was no immediate danger of being accosted by a monkey, I grabbed my phone for a few photos.

Monkey across from our room in the morning.

After we’d all seen enough of each other and the monkeys vanished into the forest, we went for breakfast at the hotel and then killed a bit of time shopping, finding lunch and exploring in town before heading back to the hotel for a late afternoon excursion.

More stairs. At least I’m staying in shape.

Morning view from the hotel.

Breakfast view. Perfection.

A beautiful quiet morning. While all the partiers sleep, we explore the residential parts of Phi Phi.


Orange Bougainvillea.

Thai spirit tree. It’s believed that spirits reside in old trees. Offerings are often placed at the base and ribbons adorned on them.

Spirit tree

sign outside a dive shop

Morning shopping in Phi Phi
Our tour guide had helped the group arrange a snorkeling tour for the group. Two wooden boats came to the beach of the resort and we loaded up. First stop: the ominously named “Monkey Beach”. Super…. A short boat ride to the other peninsula on the opposite side of Phi Phi Don and we arrived on the shores of monkey beach and it was exactly as the name described. Monkeys. Everywhere. Macaque monkeys are the type you’ll find here; grey-ish brown, adults about two feet tall and 15 or so pounds.

Arriving at ominously named “Monkey beach”.

Well, here are the monkeys…








Ok, I admit it, the babies are kinda cute.
Monkey beach was a bit of a conflict for me. It’s a tourist attraction to be sure. The monkeys are quite used to people and are generally laid back, but unfortunately there have been documented incidents, including monkey bites. These can be exceptionally serious, as monkeys can have rabies, not to mention any other manner of infection from a bite in a place with foreign water and bacteria. I would say that a large number of tourists we saw during our short visit didn’t show proper respect for what is WILDlife. Some people were kicking water at the monkeys and teasing them with food. This is an excellent way to get attacked and potentially seriously injured. Not to mention, it’s cruel. While very cool (and somewhat terrifying personally) to see this many wild monkeys, I stayed very aware of where they were and made no effort to touch them. I took pictures at a distance, didn’t engage with them and I didn’t bring food for them. One larger male gave my husband’s swim trunks a thorough search and at one point attempted to remove them entirely, just to be sure there was no food. I think tourists should really be taught and reminded that the monkeys are wild and need to be treated with respect. I would caution everyone interested in coming here to be careful, not to bring food or tease them, and at worst, be prepared for a bite. It does happen.

Monkey bite first aid instructions in the boat.
We stayed on monkey island for about 10 minutes, which was more than enough for me. Our next stop was the island of Koh Phi Phi Le. You may have heard of this island when it was made famous as the film location for the 2000 movie, “The Beach” starring Leonardo DiCaprio. A large portion of the movie was filmed on Phi Phi Le. To make a long story short, the producers made a lot of changes to the island (to make it even more paradis-ey) which was never properly reclaimed afterwards, as promised. Then during the tsunami and the last typhoon, the island and its coral took a serious hit. On top of that, tourism to the tiny island exploded after the film causing huge damage to it’s main beach in Maya bay, so in 2017, the Thai government shut it down to give it a chance to recover. The good news is that is seems to be helping; white tipped reef sharks have been seen returning to the bay and some accounts say the coral is showing signs of recovery.

Mysterious Phi Phi Le in the background.

Phi Phi Le. I’m still thinking Jurassic Park.

Just wow!

Fortress-like. Land of the lost anyone?

We arrived at Koh Phi Phi Le and began to circumnavigate around it. There are few places you’re actually allowed to set foot on the island. We jetted around the island for some time, taking in the beauty of the island’s craggy limestone cliffs.

Daunting and spectacular

Sama Bay

Sama Bay

Sama Bay


Maya Bay from the movie “The Beach”.
We weren’t allowed to step foot on the Maya Bay beach, the famous beach from the movie, and there was a constant coast guard presence there to ensure no one did, but we were allowed to snorkel adjacent to it. Our tour guide assured us that the snorkeling here was amazing. I was ready. Or so I thought….

Sergeant majors everywhere. They might nibble lightly. Feels a bit like a tiny electric shock. I settled down when I realized I wasn’t being stung by jellies.



To make another long story short, my underwater camera battery failed me on this trip. It was working fine during the first part of the snorkel, which was in deep water but I couldn’t see much anyway. When the battery died, I was upset, but to that point there hadn’t been much to see, and what we’d seen on our dive a few days earlier was so much better, so I decided to try to not freak out and let this ruin the trip. This was nothing I hadn’t seen before, I told myself…. It was a moment later that suddenly the water started to become shallow as we got closer to shore and THE MOST GORGEOUS FISH I’D EVER SEEN began to appear; parrotfish, wrasses, angelfish, pipefish and coral in every spectrum and colour of the rainbow. I moaned into my snorkel mask, holding back tears for what had just become the most amazing snorkeling I’d ever experienced in my life. It was like swimming in a display aquarium. I could here the crackling noise of the parrotfish munching on the coral and watched the fish chase each other and even swim right up to investigate me. I made a choice in that moment, that even though I was devastated about not being able to document it, that I would do my best to ENJOY that precious moment. We reached the shore and I was trying not to be envious of the people in the tour who’s Go Pros had worked beautifully. We took a group photo on the stunning small private beach and then hopped back in the water to return to the boat and I tried to savor every amazing moment. I don’t know if I’ll ever truly be OK with the fact that I didn’t capture the moment, but it was truly the one of the most incredible experiences of my life.

Shawn having a snorkel at Maya Bay

One of the few SPECTACULAR fish I did capture before my battery failed. Bluelined or Striped surgeonfish.

A painting in our room that accurately represents what I saw snorkeling in Maya Bay.
Once back on the boat, experiencing a mix of emotions ranging from the exhilaration of the snorkel to the devastation of the battery failure, we carried on to continue our circumnavigation around Phi Phi Le. In the late afternoon heat, a thunderstorm had come up and all of the nearby tour boats tried to outrun it and make it back to the main island. The captains of our two boats decided it would be safer to try to shelter and pulled into a crevasse into the side of Phi Phi Le that led to a hidden lagoon surrounded by giant limestone cliffs.

An approaching thunderstorm that we won’t be able to outrun.

Thunderstorm. We need to find shelter.
Besides one other small speed boat that also found shelter in the lagoon, called Pileh Lagoon, we had the place to ourselves. We huddled under the tarp roof and the boat crew fed us fruit and drinks while we waited for the rain and wind to pass. When the weather settled and the sun same out again, the boat crew encouraged us to enjoy some time swimming in the lagoon. The group had begun to lose its zest after the chill from the storm.

giant cliffs rising above us in Pileh Lagoon

Waiting for the thunderstorm to pass. Don’t touch any metal on the boat…


Pileh Lagoon is gorgeous.
I was starting to worry this would be a repeat of the excursion a few days earlier when our snorkeling trip got cut short. Either way, by this point, I had to pee and I was not going to hold it. On a previous vacation, I’d had a similar problem on a boat with no bathroom and held it way too long. I was in absolute misery by the time we got to a bathroom and it had really zapped my enjoyment of the trip, so I didn’t want to remember this day in the same way. To hell with it; I announced that I was going to go in the water and everyone on the boat looked at me like I was crazy. I was done trying to impress the others on the tour and decided to just tell them; I was going in to have a pee and requested them to kindly not watch. I’ll spare you the details, but the lagoon was amazing! The water was perfect, the towering cliffs surrounding us were majestic and it felt like a paradise. A few in the group inquired how the water was and I told them it was amazing and encouraged them to join me. Before long, nearly 20 of us were floating and playing in the water. We joked and told stories and compared our buoyancy rates and the directions we floated individually in the water. We played in the lagoon for about an hour before boarding to finish our trip.

The group swimming in the lagoon once the storm passed.

Thai long-tail boat

Boats are also adorned with ribbons to honor spirits and give protection.

Long-tail boats from the lagoon

Stunning

Did I say Jurassic Park?
After we were finished floating in Pileh Lagoon and on our way back to Phi Phi Don, we stopped near Viking cave to see where Thailand’s popular, but controversial and unproven medical aid “bird nest” is obtained by local workers (more about this in an future blog article). We watched a beautiful sunset and headed back to the hotel.

Viking Cave. Off limits to tourists, it’s one of the places where the birds nest for “Birds Nest Soup” is obtained.

Viking Cave




That night, we had our farewell dinner for the tour group and just as we were getting ready to head into town afterwards for some shopping or a bar, the rain began. The storm that rolled though earlier had been the precursor to what would be a long night of thunderstorms and absolutely torrential rain. We sat in the restaurant’s beach bar and contemplated rain gear and the long walk to town, but it was actually really nice to sit in the bar in the hot, humid evening and just watch the thunderstorm and the silhouette of Phi Phi’s mountains each time the lightning flashed. It had been an absolutely incredible day on the stunning island of Phi Phi. I was sad to have to leave tomorrow at the tour’s end as I felt we hadn’t had enough time to see Thailand’s stunning beaches, but there was still much of the country to explore and many more adventures to come. Little did I know that we’d only just scratched the surface of this place.

Hove you been to gorgeous Phi Phi? How did you enjoy it compared to the others areas? Too busy? Too rustic? Just right? Feel free to comment or ask any questions. As always, stay tuned for more updates, thanks for stopping by and until next time, safe and happy travels!
-L

Posted on April 5, 2019

Arriving at Nopparat Thara Pier
Continuing our adventures in Thailand, after two days in Phuket it was time for the tour group to move on, which was fine with me because I was surprised to discover that I didn’t love Phuket. It had been loud, busy, and the general feel of the place was a frantic, party vibe, and not the relaxed beach-y feel I’d hoped for. I was ready to leave Phuket and see what was next. While the tour we were on was referred to as an “Island Hopper”, our next destination, Krabi, is actually not an island. Located on Thailand’s south west coast, it’s a province on the mainland, surrounded by more than a hundred offshore islands. The area is known for is jagged limestone rock formations jutting from the turquoise waters, snorkeling, scuba diving, white sand beaches, lagoons and rock climbing.
Transportation from Phuket to Krabi had been pre-arranged of by the tour company. After successfully not dropping our luggage into the sea while negotiating a very narrow gangway with skinny rope rails, me, Shawn and the tour group boarded a rundown, two story ferry, with ancient captain style seats and antique life preservers from decades past. It was a peaceful 1.5 hour open ocean trip until we got our first sights of Krabi.

splash!

Islands in the distance

The ferry first stopped in the bay at Railay beach to drop off other passengers who would be staying in this area of Krabi. By “dropped off” I mean traditional Thai long-tail wooden boats drove up alongside the ferry and loaded passengers and luggage into them and then jetted off to shore. I’d never seen a boat to boat transfer like this and was a bit surprised to not see a pier or port.

Railay Beach West

Railay Beach – Passengers disembarking onto long-tail boats

Traditional Thai Long-tail Wooden Boat at Railay beach

The view of Railay beach was simply stunning; a gorgeous bay surrounded by emerald green rain forest covered mountains. The beaches were sparking white sand. Long-tail boats decorated in rainbow flags and ribbons dotted the turquoise water. Paradise. Our ferry continued along the shore northward until we reached the Nopparat Thara pier where we disembarked and boarded a songthaew, a pickup truck converted to an open sided taxi/bus, to take us to our hotel.

Nopparat Thara Pier

A boat named “Gretzky”. Never too far from home as an Edmonton Oiler’s fan!

Riding in a songthaew on route to the hotel

La Playa Hotel

Spirit House outside the hotel

Stone relief outside of the hotel
Our hotel was also a pleasant surprise, especially compared to our hotel in Phuket; a gorgeous tropical themed hotel tucked secretly into a stunning garden grove just off the “main” streets of the town of Ao Nang. The rooms weren’t ready yet, and although it had started raining, we wanted to explore. First we wandered through the gardens of the hotel. We found beautifully manicured lawns, orchids, tropical plants and a variety of small birds, unknown to me from back home.

Orchids

Myna bird


Common Tailorbird
We headed down a quiet street behind our hotel and found two 7-elevens for water and a stopped at a delightful small restaurant for lunch. The shopkeepers and restaurant staff in Ao Nang were polite and welcoming, but far less desperate than they seemed in Phuket. The streets were nearly empty, only a few tourist wandering about. It was a bit shocking but a welcome change from the noise and crowds in Phuket. We walked around the nearby streets for a while before checking in, getting settled and meeting the group for a pre-dinner pool party.

Lunch!

My favorite. Plumeria aka Frangipani


We didn’t stay long with the group and soon found ourselves exploring the quiet streets again. On the advice of our guide, we found the Ao Nang night market, a small but charming set up. There were makeshift “clubs” and bars along the back perimeter, set up on the back of flatbed trucks, with blinking LED lights and most only large enough to seat 10 or so people. There were plenty of booths to find food, drinks and souvenirs. There were a number entertainments acts going on in the centre of the market, mostly children and teens dressed in traditional Thai costumes, singing or doing traditional dance for the visitors. For dinner, I opted for a coconut stir fry, which was served in a freshly opened coconut.

Krabi night market
The woman who made it for me was absolutely artful in her skill of opening the coconut, making the stir fry from scratch in front of me and even topping the finished dish with an orchid for presentation. I offered her a tip but she was confused, thinking I misunderstood the price. I tried to explain with our language barrier that the extra was because she did a beautiful job making it for me and I thought she deserved extra for her hard work and skill. We had known before going to Thailand, and it was noted by our tour guide as well, that tipping is a rarity. So rare apparently, that I had to explain what it meant. When she understood my intention, she was thrilled; she began to giggle and blushed, clutching the money to her chest, and we thanked each other with a wai, a slight bow with hands pressed together. Shawn and I wandered around the market, purchased a few souvenirs, had a few drinks and called it a night on our first night in the lovely town in Ao Nang in Krabi.
Have you visited Krabi? What did you think? Too quiet or touristy or just right? Thanks for reading and stay tuned for our continued Thailand adventure. Feel free to comment or ask questions. Until next time, safe and happy travels!
-L
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Posted on March 8, 2019
The Thailand adventure continues. I left you last as were were checking into our hotel in Phuket after a long, exhausting journey from Edmonton, Alberta to Phuket, Thailand.

An amazing Pad Thai
After a brief rest, water and some rifling through suitcases to find shorts and tank tops, the next priority was food. We didn’t waste a lot of time in deciding that literally the closest option was going to be just fine. We walked across the street from the hotel to a “sports bar”. Nearly empty in the late afternoon heat, we were ushered in and given the royal treatment. I ordered a Pad See Ew. I had no idea what it was and I was so hungry I didn’t really care at that point, but luckily it was an amazing stir fry with extra thick rice noodles that I’ll never stop thinking about. The beer was the coldest, most delicious I’d ever tasted. We ate, had a few drinks, took in the beautiful tropical surroundings and reveled in the first few moments of our most adventurous vacation before moving on.
We followed the signs directing us to the beach and walked about 8 blocks from our hotel down a few well traveled back alleys. We arrived at a the busy and very touristy Patong beach near sunset. There were food vendors everywhere; meat on a stick, to-go Pad Thai, ice cream, fresh coconut drinks and fruit smoothies were just the beginning of the choices available. We walked along the beach, took in the sights and enjoyed the sunset before heading back for an early night. Despite my exhaustion, sleep was a challenge. Jet lag is the worst. We went to bed early but by 3:00 am Phuket time, I was awake and ready to go. This ended up being fine, as on our first full day in Thailand, we were booked for a two dive Scuba excursion.

Patong Beach at sunset
Yes, it sounded crazy to me too. Early in the planning of our trip we had decided to book a tour for our first week in Thailand. We knew that this trip would be a whole new level for us and thought a tour would be a great way to learn about the country, food and customs with someone experienced assist us for the first leg of our trip. With the help of a travel agent, we booked an “Island Hopper” tour that would start in Phuket, go to Krabi and Phi Phi Island before heading back to Phuket. I knew early on that if we were going to Thailand, I had to do a dive. I’d only been once before in Antigua and was assured by many that Thailand diving was not to be missed. Once we had our itinerary for the tour, I realized how tight our schedule was going to be and wasn’t sure we’d get the chance to dive during the tour or right after when we were booked to fly to Bangkok. I talked it over with Shawn and we decided to book the dive early in the trip so we wouldn’t be disappointed if we missed our window later. So, in what seemed like lunacy, we booked our dive from home for our first day in Thailand. I’ll give you all of the dive details in an upcoming post, but rest assured, it was simply amazing.

A sign posted in the lobby of our hotel that ended up being in nearly every hotel
We arrived back from our dive trip with enough time to shower and clean up before beginning the tour. We met with the group and tour leader for dinner at the hotel and we were admittedly out of our element. We were definitely the oldest in the group; older than the group leader as well. There were about 40 of us in total. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from the group, but being that most of them were in their late teens and early twenties, there was a definite party vibe.

Sights walking through the streets of Patong
After dinner, we joined the group who had voted to go to a bar or club in the area. We felt awkward and out of place amongst the young people in our group, and the jet lag and exhaustion from our dive was sinking in. We meandered through the bustling streets of Patong with our group leader guiding the way; shop keepers and restaurant staff strongly urging us to come into their establishments. The sales pressure wasn’t any worse than anything I’ve experienced in Cancun or Playa Del Carmen in Mexico, or in Jamaica, but the huge crowds of people and jet lag made me feel overwhelmed.

The heat, even at night was oppressive. The roads and sidewalks were noisy and crowded and the smells ranged from delightful barbecued street food on one corner to sewer on another. We kept our wallets and purses tucked away and closely monitored on the advice of our tour leader, as pick-pocketing is common here. The streets were dirty; there was a lot of garbage on the road. The sidewalks were cracked and a definite tripping hazard. Many were wet in places, and I tried not to think about what the liquids might be as I stepped in a few puddles I couldn’t avoid in my sandals. Cockroaches scuttled about narrowly missing being squashed by throngs of tourist feet. We walked past large plastic totes and buckets on the sidewalks outside of restaurants that contained fish and all manner of sea life available to pick for one’s supper. While I enjoy seafood, the displays were a bit off-putting based on my own cultural and ethical lens. There were fruit and vegetable stands on every corner with food I didn’t even recognize and there were 7-Elevens on every other corner.



Fresh fruit stand
Our tour group ended up at Bangla Road, the epicenter of party life in Patong. It made Las Vegas seem cute. On each side of the wide road where tourists mingled and bar staff shouted offers of cheap drinks and discount cover fees, there were pubs, clubs, Go Go bars, ping pong shows (offering far more outrageous entertainment than anything available back home), cabaret shows (aka Ladyboy shows) and every form of fun or debauchery one could ever find. We went with the group to a bar where a Thai cover band was doing live versions of western top 40 songs; they were surprisingly good and were fun to watch. The bar had a two drink minimum and even after the tour leader negotiated with bar staff to get our whole group in, the drink prices were insanely inflated. But hey, when in Thailand…

Thai cover band

A popular nasal inhaler sold in local shops, used for congestion or to feel refreshed
After a long day of diving and meeting the group, we were exhausted and excused ourselves at an unreasonably early hour and began navigating our way back through the crowded, dirty streets and pushy vendors back to the hotel. The next day, we decided to take it easy. In the morning we lounged at the hotel’s surprisingly beautiful and quiet pool and found amazing Thai food and drinks throughout the day.

Poolside lounging

Ixora aka West Indian Jasmine

Pineapple Cashew stir fry. Delicious!

Fresh Coconut!
We joined the tour group that evening for discount shopping and some welcome air conditioning at Junceylon Shopping Center and dinner at Baan Saan market. Our guide taught us about some of the food court style areas here where you pay for a pre-loaded food card to use at any establishment in the area and then get a refund on whatever you don’t spend, after your meal. This experience came in handy, as this is a common way of getting food in malls or large markets around Thailand. After dinner, we headed back to the hotel to re-pack and get some rest before starting the next part of our tour; heading to Krabi in the morning!

Food court at Baan Saan Market
As always, thank you for stopping by to read. Stay tuned for the next part of the adventure. Feel free to ask questions or leave comments. Until next time, safe and happy travels.
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Posted on March 4, 2019

Last you heard from me, I was writing about my travel fears and anxieties while waiting with my husband at the airport for our daunting journey to Thailand to begin. Spoiler alert: Although I did use a A LOT of the medication I brought, I lived through my journey and nothing especially terrible happened. In fact, we had some amazing, once-in-a- lifetime experiences and an epic adventure, which I’ll fill you in on over a number of blogs, I’m sure. I have so many things I want to share about our 21 days in Thailand. It was such an incredible trip, and my longest abroad so I’m a bit lost as to where to start, so I’ll start at the beginning:
The flights: Edmonton, Alberta to Vancouver, BC, Vancouver to Hong Kong and Hong Kong to Phuket, Thailand, were not as bad as I had been dreading. The longest haul; 14 hours from Vancouver to Hong Kong, stuck in cozy economy at the back of the plane, was challenging but not awful. I don’t sleep on planes well though, and unfortunately our seat-back USB charging ports weren’t working, so we had to ration the devices we brought along. The Cathay Pacific service was great despite the tight quarters and the food was surprisingly good, if a bit strange based on my western tastes.
Time had lost all meaning to me by the time we arrived in Phuket; I think it was late morning. The familiar wave of vacation heat and humidity hit me as soon as we entered the jetway to head to customs. That’s where all my previous travel experience came abruptly to a halt and I had a realization: We didn’t book an all-inclusive, we had no shuttle bus scheduled to pick us up to take us to the hotel. We were on our own, in a different hemisphere, half a world away from home. We were on an adventure.
Customs was smooth; staff were professional but friendly, language barriers weren’t much of an issue and there was enough English signage to figure out where to go to for baggage and taxis. We stepped just outside the airport and found our first 7-Eleven convenience store (which I was told was the cheapest, fastest way to get nearly anything one needs in Thailand) and loaded up on water- a necessity after being dehydrated during 17 hours of flying and arriving to 32 degree Celsius temperatures.
The next part of the voyage proved to be a bit of a challenge. We found a van service just outside the airport doors claiming to be headed Patong, the area of Phuket we were staying in, and paid a flat rate of 160 Baht. At the time we thought maybe that was pricey, but we didn’t realize how far away from our hotel we actually were. While waiting to depart, I began making conscious observations of my surroundings. I found myself comparing things to Mexico and other places in the Caribbean we’d been to previously, as it was really my only point of reference. Palm trees and that stifling, oppressive, humid heat were familiar (and welcomed as we had escaped the beginnings of what would prove to be a long winter back home). I was watching Thai airport employees walking to and from the staff motorcycle parking area and noticed how warmly dressed they were in the heat; long sleeves, long pants, and even jackets. Then I realized they had entire parkades just filled with motorcycles; thousands of them, lined row upon row, making me wonder how a person would find their own at the end of the day, let alone retrieve it. Most of the staff carried a form of meal with them in plastic grocery bags. I noticed birds flitting about; none of which I recognized from my North American birding. After a wait of over an hour (not so different than Caribbean island time) while the van service waited for a full load of tourists before departing, we finally headed out for what would end up being a very long drive.

A home-based business selling Thai floral garlands and other spiritual items
Along the way we passed small, dilapidated houses serving dual purposes as home-based businesses; mechanics, food stands, restaurants, massage parlors, floral shops, and souvenir stands. Many of the houses were two floors with the main floor area serving as an open-air business in what might be recognizable to us as a garage-type space. It appeared that the family living spaces were on the second floor. Buildings were brightly painted and highly disorganized with heaps of scrap and junk piles off the the side of most of the businesses- definitely an organized chaos; reminding me of having a pile of junk on my desk and unfinished tasks going on, but I could still find anything in the pile if I needed it… even if it looked like a mess to an observer. There were spirit houses outside of nearly every home and business, ranging from the size of a microwave to a washing machine. Spirit houses are wooden shrines to the spirit world in the shape of houses, ornately painted and decorated with trinkets and effigies and offerings of food, drink (strawberry Fanta is a popular choice). I knew about them before coming to Thailand, but I didn’t realize they were everywhere, giving me a clue about just how spiritual the Thai people are.

A spirit house outside of a hotel
The streets and neighborhoods were crowded, as I expected. There were scooters and mopeds taking up every available space on the streets; another form of organized chaos. Bikes were zooming in and out of traffic, honking, bumpers missing each other by millimeters. There didn’t seem to be any sort of anger or aggressiveness by the drivers, it’s just the way it’s done, and it somehow works for them. It’s actually impressive to watch the dance of traffic. One thing that really reminded me that I was out of my comfort zone: the Thai signs. It’s a beautiful language to look at, but unlike Spanish, not one you can guess at.
My first impression driving through the foreign streets was that Thailand, or at least Phuket, seems to be in conflict with itself. There’s a war being waged between modern and traditional; small, run-down, family businesses and restaurants and old, ornately designed Wats (Buddhist temples) are spaced between extravagant premium outlet shopping malls, yacht showrooms and Ikeas. There is an obvious dichotomy between the very rich and extremely poor. New, sparkling condos and mansions are snugged up next to weathered, crumbling homes. There is a lot of advertising on large billboards, and most of the models are thin, white “Westerners”. There seems to be confusion between how Thai versus how Western they want to be, or have to be and I was unsure yet, having just arrived, if they have some balance of the two or not.

Fruit stand
As we drive on, I noticed that surrounding the infrastructure was dense tropical rainforests with graceful mountains rising in the distance. Everywhere you looked, there were showy tropical flowers flaunting their colours and size and some of the fattest stray cats and dogs I’d ever seen. Cows grazed in open lots next to busy residential and industrial areas. Every few blocks there was a shop for locals to buy religious statues and carvings such as spirit houses. There were even small, home-based greenhouses; essentially someone selling a collection of potted plants or flowers in the front of their property. There were a surprising number of office supply and furniture businesses as well. There were endless small, family-run restaurants and convenience stores; we even drove past a go-kart track and waterslides. The roads were winding and narrow with cutbacks into the hills that were growing steeper and I was glad I had a good supply of anti nausea pills in my luggage.

After about 45 minutes of gazing out at my new surroundings, we pulled into a sketchy “tour agency” where we were told in broken English we had to wait for a different van to transfer us to our correct area. We were encouraged to use their services and book tours while waiting. Our Spidey senses tingling, we suspected a scam, and feeling jet lagged and weary, were on guard. After 10-15 minutes of waiting around and keeping a close eye on our luggage in the van, we ended up being ushered back onto the same van (at this point we were getting a bit worried about making it to our destination without a scam of some kind). Another 30 or so anxious minutes of driving later, we finally began to see signs of being in the Patong area so we both started to relax. I was able to start focusing again on the sights and sounds (and smells). There were apartments everywhere, crowded and in disrepair. Most had tiny balconies with colorful laundry hung out to dry. The telephone and power poles were so covered in draped cords and wires, they looked hazardous to say the least. We drove past a number of Wats and even a Hindu temple. We neared the beach and tourist area where there was a 7-Eleven on nearly every corner, plenty of vendors selling beachwear and souvenirs and more tattoo and massage shops than I’ve ever seen in my life.

Hindu temple on the way to Patong

Apartments and cable wires everywhere
Suddenly the driver pulled over on a busy street, pointed down an alley, and stated in broken English that our hotel was “that way”. We stumbled out of the van, retrieved our luggage, confirmed with him as best as possible that he was certain it was “that way” and jet-laggedly struggled down cracked and broken sidewalks in the direction he pointed. We had no idea how far “that way” it was. The streets were crowded and noisy, there were interesting new smells, the heat was oppressive, we were hungry and becoming nervous that maybe we weren’t out of the woods with our concerns of being scammed, especially since the strange and unnecessary “van transfer” earlier. We passed more massage shops, more 7-Elevens and numerous casual family-run restaurants. We were feeling overwhelmed and starting to get testy with each other when our hotel came into view in the distance. We’d made it safely, if exhausted, hungry, paranoid and a bit culture shocked. It was time to check in, find food and decompress.

View from our hotel, the Ibis Patong

View from our hotel
Thanks as always for stopping in to read my thoughts and see my photos. Check back again for more updates of our epic Thailand trip. Feel free to ask questions or comment and until next time, safe and happy travels!
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