Thursday, May 8, 2014

Long Weekend in Krabi

Six of us took advantage of the long weekend and took a 1 hour flight to Krabi in the Southern part of Thailand.

Our first time on Nok Air.....love the duck bill! Or maybe a goose?

Our place for 3 days.


One of four but no-one was around so it was super quiet.



Nice pool....



The outdoor showers which were in (out) of each room.



...and the design flaw inviting peeping toms. We had to announce when we were taking showers because it was easy to wander by and get a full view.



The beach was pretty much deserted. It's not the white sand kind but had lots of really sweet shells.



Like this.....




 Always looking for some activity, we joined a bike trip for the day which is often a nice way to get around and get some exercise. This is the first place I have seen that is really bike friendly and not traffic congested. It felt so good to be out on the open road.



Having fun!



It's cool when your guide can do this. He owns a bike shop in Ao Nang called "The Bike Shop".


The bikes



The fearless riders.



Hiking on the cement walkway.



One of the sights we visited was The Blue Pool which is a spring filled pool. Legend says that if you clap, the water bubbles more. Whether or not it's true is irrelevant.....but we all clapped.



A funny place to get a phone call from a friend saying that she had picked up wine glasses for us from a market. Wine out of mugs is over I guess.



Interesting shirt.



The main attraction was the pool in which you could swim. Like most things in Asia, it was crowded.


 Pretty relaxed



 Sunset.



Sunset



Our deserted beach


Colby (and Ryan) are from the West coast of the US....Portland, Oregon. We were giving each other a geography lesson and making plans to visit the San Juan Islands...whenever.


We took a ferry to Koh Siboya which is a fairly untravelled island with one very resort which usually houses divers.

Getting ready to go with our three matching scooters.



When the ferry turned out to look like this we had discussions about bringing the scooters. It was a little difficult to imagine how they were going to fit on...but the did without any trouble. Check out the "on-ramp"


Six people and 3 scooters.





Really? We are going to dock here? Where's the dock? Oh, there isn't one. We just pull right up onto the sand.



A map of the island.



Looking for a beach. The map makes it look like there are only two roads.....sure, just to confuse us.






 As promised, there were no tourists that we could see and we were treated to a very quiet beach. Weird though, the water is so warm that it is not refreshing.



Fair warning.



Rainy season started last week and it will likely rain daily until October. We certainly remember the tail end of it but it is interesting to see how quickly things changes. We heard a bit of thunder and decided to seek out the only resort which was 300m down the beach. 

It was cabins based around the restaurant which also became our cover for one of the loudest wildest storms I have witnessed. The thunder cracks actually left your ears ringing.



Cabins were great.






Sadly, they had a huge fire a few months ago in which many of their cabins burned to the ground.



Vince is starting to look like he belongs.




 Post island relaxing.


So, on the way back to the ferry one of the scooters gets a flat tire but it is amazing how much people help out. We walked 100 m to a store and they sent us down the road. They then went ahead of us to make sure that we turned at the right place.


Good thing too because I am not sure if we would have realized that this was the repair shop



Happy days....tire getting fixed.



Cocktails on the beach.



I don't know what this was all about.



I ran all three mornings and it was so nice to be out in the country. We seemed to be amongst boatbuilders.



 Maple syrup? Nope.....rubber trees.





Vince accepts the challenge of driving up the ramp...success.



A bike on a bike?



A typical store.


Lots of palm oil produced here.



Another mosque.



Gas station.



 We really were away from it all.



 The restaurant


Time to kill at the airport = Mexican Train game.



And finally, a fierce storm whipped through on Tuesday and I met a casualty on the way home.


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