Wordless Wednesday: A Real Basket Case

Seen as we explored the back streets of Phuket in Thailand.

 

 

WPC: My Saturated Phuket Boat Trip

When I saw that this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is ‘saturated’, I was reminded of a boat trip we did last year when we were on holiday in Phuket. We expected to have the same great weather we enjoyed whilst there in 2006, but unfortunately, Mother Nature decided otherwise. On this most memorable day, we were booked on a cruise, which was to take us across the Phang-Nga Bay in a traditional Junk boat, from where we would transfer to a long tail, to see the Grotto Cave, Sea Gypsy village and James Bond Island, supposedly arriving back at 5-30 in the afternoon.

After an early breakfast during which we  dubiously surveyed the deep grey skies and dripping rain through the dining room windows, we clambered into our minibus. As we approached the marina, the boats all looked very sombre against the grey water and even darker sky. When I saw the photo, I wondered why it was in black and white, but then realised that this was exactly how it had looked.

I hurried towards our boat, hoping to beat the rain which was starting up again.

By the time we got on board, it was teeming down, and I was already quite saturated. The leaking roof had been patched with  sticky tape which was coming apart, so that water was dripping onto the table in front of our seat, and splashing all around. I wasn’t too happy about that, but as it turned out, this was to be the least of our problems. As you can see, plastic sheeting was rolled down at the sides of the boat. This obscured our view somewhat, but rather that than get drenched. Beach towels were handed out in case we wanted to go swimming later, which wasn’t going to happen, but they came in very useful to wrap around ourselves against the wind and rain. We soon got under way, and it wasn’t long before the islands loomed up in the grey rainy mist. Even on such a gloomy day, they were still spectacular.

We sailed up to take a closer look at the caves formed by the sea’s erosion of these amazing limestone formations.

How many images can you see clinging onto the side of this cliff? My imagination can make out  so very many strange and tortured-looking creatures.

Before we reached the Sea Gypsy Village island, we were each given a thin plastic raincoat with a hood, and told to put it on, together with a life jacket. I realised why, when we transferred to our long tail boat which was absolutely open to the elements. As we cut through the waves at quite a speed, we all got a thorough drenching. One young couple had brought along their small child, who was obviously scared witless, and wouldn’t stop screaming. I felt really sorry for them, but more so for myself, as they were sitting right behind me.

As we disembarked, we looked like a band of soaking wet, green plastic apparitions. My clothes were saturated and clinging to my body, but I was past caring. I just wanted to get inside and out of the rain.

Alas, there was no escaping the wetness, as this medium-sized market was absolutely flooded out.

We waded ankle-deep through the rivers of water which gushed along the walkways, whilst rain ran in waterfalls from overhanging tarpaulins.

I couldn’t have been wetter if I’d been swimming the English Channel. The understandably glum-faced stallholders were not in luck that day, as none of us was in a ‘retail therapy’ frame of mind as we paddled doggedly past the displays of T-shirts, swimwear and souvenirs.

The only sales they made, were half a dozen pink plastic raincoats at less than a dollar each, to replace the green ones, some of which had torn already, and were leaking badly.

Most of the houses here were mere hovels, but we did see quite a contrast, when we came upon a rich man’s house, alongside his poor next door neighbour’s  leaky cottage.

It was the most unenjoyable shopping expedition I’d ever embarked upon. We stood in a soddenly saturated group on the jetty, impatiently waiting for our longtail to come pick us up, to take us to view the Grotto Cave. These longtails, or ‘Rua hang Yao’ are so-called because they are long and slim. They have a long rod in the back of the boat, which holds up the motor and the propeller, and are extremely noisy, sounding more like dragster racing cars. No wonder the air was once again saturated with screams from the terrified baby, as we gathered speed.

We gratefully waved goodbye to the saturated Sea Gypsy Village, and I wondered what it must be like to live there all the year round, especially in the monsoon season.

We were all hungry, and soaking wet as we journeyed to view James Bond Island, made famous by the 1974 movie, “The man with the golden gun,” starring Roger Moore as Bond, and Christopher Lee as Scaramanga the world’s most expensive assassin, who charged $1m per hit.

We skirted the tall thin island,

and carried on to the Grotto Cave, Our boat sailed right through it, next to several people out canoeing in the pouring rain. They seemed to be quite enjoying the rain, so I thought I’d better just learn to like it too.

Finally, we met up with our Junk boat again, and clambered aboard. Oh the luxury in spite of the leaky roof, to be reunited with our towels which we could wrap ourselves up in, as well as dry off our feet. A buffet lunch of fish, chicken, rice and salad was served, together with a couple of bottles of Thai wine, which did warm us up a little.

It felt good to know that we’d soon be back at our resort, and able to have a hot shower before dinner. Unfortunately, we caught up with another boat which had left the harbour at the same time as us. They’d completely run out of diesel, and it was still a long way back to port, so our crew had to set about fixing up a tow line, and we started off once more, amidst much hilarity and joking between the two crews.

Of course it was now going to take us much longer to get back with the extra load on, but we could hardly leave them stranded, could we?  We’d been towing them for about half an hour, when we noticed something was banging against the side of our boat, and a head popped up over the side. No, it wasn’t pirates, just the other boat’s motor dinghy, with two of its crew carrying a large plastic container. They were hauled aboard, and up came the trap door, so that diesel could be syphoned from our tank into the container, as they needed to be able to maneuver their own way into the harbour. Once they had the required 20 litres, off they went back through the extremely rough waves to their own boat.

We were all watching this exercise with our fingers crossed, as it was really very tempestuous out there. They made it back on board, but as they were trying to secure the dinghy, the rope slipped out of the one guy’s hands, and off went the little craft, bobbing merrily away through the waves. Once more, our captain came to the rescue, rounding up the dinghy, almost like herding cattle, and pushing it over to the other boat, until a man could jump in and tie it up. It was quite an expert bit of seamanship, and I was most impressed.

The adventure ended well, I suppose. Once back on ‘dry’ land, the rush hour traffic was made even worse by the pouring rain, but we eventually arrived at our resort about an hour late, to be greeted by the staff, who wrapped us up in thick towels and handed us cups of hot chocolate. What a day it had been, and a never to be forgotten trip.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my saturated tale, even though it’s maybe not quite what Michelle had in mind. I did saturate some of the more colourful pics, which makes them look more cheerful. 🙂

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WordPress Photo Challenge: Lost in the details.

This week’s challenge had me looking through my photos to see what details I could find that you might find interesting, or not, as the case may be. 🙂

Looking at this photo, you’re probably more fascinated by the skipper’s tattoos, than the small details of hubby and his dive buddy, bobbing around in the water.

Scuba Diving, Belize.

This crocodile is almost lost in the detail of the water and the undergrowth on the riverbank,

New River, Belize

Around Phi Phi Island near Phuket, there are cliffs riddled with caves. Here is the Viking Cave which is right at sea level. Within the cave there are ledges which are inhabited by thousands of swallows. These birds make their nests out of their own saliva. The nests are harvested and sold to make birds nest soup, a Chinese delicacy. The cave was so named, because of  ancient drawings resembling Viking ships, which were found on the inside walls. We could see the nests hanging like stalactites from the roof of the cave, but weren’t allowed inside, so the other details were lost to us. 😦

Viking Cave, Phuket.

In this pic, you’re probably so busy focusing on the details of the magnificent floral arrangement, that you miss my little face peeking out from behind it. 😀

Valentines Dinner

Now I really must get lost in the details of what to pack and what to leave behind. :0

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Travel challenge “Rhythm” (2)

Today was what one might call a “damp squib,” but that wouldn’t be terribly accurate; it was an extremely sopping wet squib! We saw, and waded through, waterfalls, rivers and small lakes, and that was just in the market we visited. 😉 The monsoon rains chose today to teem down upon our boat trip out across Phang Nga Bay to see the islands, but in spite of getting drenched to the bone, I have many photos to share with you, but not tonight. It’s been a long day, so I’ll just show you that I did manage to find some ‘Rhythm‘ here in Phuket, after all.

Last night, there was a very talented duo performing in the club bar. They certainly had lots of rhythm, when they did the fantastic Eric Clapton number, “Layla.”

The show last night had a very special import, all the way from the ‘US of A’. You all believed that Elvis the King was dead, didn’t you? Well here he was, right before my eyes, asking us in a very rhythmic way, not to step on his “Blue Suede Shoes.” 😉

Tonight we had a show performed by all the staff here. There are 21 different nationalities represented and they put on an impressive “Lion King” themed musical, which as you can imagine, had our hands-a-clapping and our feet-a-tapping.

Of course, one of the songs with the best known rhythm, and which had the whole place jumping, was,

“A wimoweh,a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh,

A wimoweh,a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh,

In the jungle the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight.”

(You’ll have me to thank, if you can’t get that song out of your head for a while.)  😉

Hope you’re all having a great day. My bed is beckoning, so I’ll catch up with you all tomorrow.

Packing for a return visit to Phuket.

Yesterday, I went for my check-up at the eye specialist. He said that my eyes are now perfect, and I thanked him so much, for changing my life in every way. I can’t tell you how many times a day I marvel at being able to see everything clearly. On Wednesday, I played the piano at the mall, and it was such a pleasure to be able to see my friend approaching from quite a distance away, and also to be able to read my music clearly. When I wake up in the night, I can read the time on the clock radio, instead of trying to guess whether it’s one-o-clock, or whatever-o-clock. When out shopping, I can read ingredient labels, and price tags, which of course, is most helpful.

I’m also looking forward to being able to go on a plane without fiddling with contact lenses in those tiny loos, or having to find my reading glasses to read the menu etc., and whilst I’m on the subject of air travel, I don’t think I’ve mentioned that we’re off on our travels again tomorrow morning. We’ve booked a nine day holiday at Club Med in Phuket, and I’m really excited to visit there again. We were there six years ago, and had a marvelous time. Hubby tells me that this time around, he will NOT be doing the trapeze, unless I do it too. 😉 I think he’s quite safe on that one, but you never know. Stranger things have happened, but not much stranger.

I tentatively asked if there was any other way of getting down again, other than falling like a very scared stone into the safety net. He said that he didn’t think so. I don’t think I could ever bring myself to just let go and fall into space, but maybe you’re all much braver than I?

Last time we were there, we sent this pic to our son, and he asked, “Where is everybody?”  It was out of season, and there weren’t many other guests. I suppose it could be much the same this time.

One day trip that we’ll definitely be doing again, is to take a boat out to Ko Phi Phi Island, made famous by the classic film ‘The Beach’, in which Leonardo DiCaprio was the main attraction. The extraordinary Maya Bay, is world famous for its exquisite beaches and truly picture postcard perfect scenery of jungle covered cliffs.

Now I’d better get packing once again. I think that only light summer clothes and sandals will be needed, so it shouldn’t take too long. I’ll try and do some posts from there if I can get my hands on some reasonably priced internet access. If I don’t manage to stay in touch with you all, you’ll know exactly where I am.

If you don’t hear from me, I’ll see you when I return to South Africa in ten days time.