Post 3: Phuket, day 2
Day 2 in Phuket was scheduled to be an “excursion.” What does that mean? It means that you are (hopefully) picked up early in the morning near your hotel by someone you don’t recognize in a car of which you know neither the make nor the model (nor the color). How does that sound? Good, because you paid three days ago.
As we waited for our early morning pickup, Morgan went to ask for a smoothie for the road from our complimentary breakfast. Instead, they gave her two. When we came up to stand near her while waiting for our ride, they brought out four full plates of food. Nothing was requested, but it was insisted upon by the staff. I cannot describe how generous they were, but the fourth paragraph of their flyer says it all.
The day started with a long van ride across the Phuket highway system, of which I have more to say at a later date. Once we were at the marina, the first test of our nerve was when we had to “walk the plank” to board our boat. Surely, if you’ve ever boarded a large boat, you would have seen something similar: a long metal walkway (often with stairs on one end) with railings which is temporarily attached to the dock on one side and the boat on the other. This we crossed to begin our excursion, but I must take care with how we define “attached”. The only attachment, so far as could be observed, of the platform to the dock was the friction between the two. But we made it to the boat without incident, so perhaps this was an auspicious start.
Next was the 1.5-hour boat ride among some of the most dramatic seascapes we have ever seen. Islands rose out from the deep with stark cliffs on every side, and disappeared as quickly as they came, and the wind kept us from feeling the worst of the sun and the heat. We finally got to an island, and prepared to get off the boat. The full force of the sun was on us, and now that we were without the saving grace of the wind, we truly felt the Thai heat. (David claimed to truly have felt the Thai heat at dinner the night before, but I digress). Have you ever been inside a tanning bed? Me neither. But I imagine it is pretty stifling. Think about being inside a tanning bed full of incandescent light bulbs, and you start to get an idea of just existing on the deck of that boat in that moment. Oh, and it was 10:30 am.
We disembarked from the ferry only to re-embark on to a speedboat. Did you think that we were going to the island? Because so did we, but we immediately turned tail and motored out of the bay. We had four stops on our agenda: Boda Island, Chicken Island, Tap Island, and Railay Beach. Boda Island was, as you may have guessed, a giant cliff rising out from the sea, but this time with enough sand on one side for some trees and a little beach. The sand was ultra-fine, almost like walking on talcum powder. I am tempted to go on and on describing the beach, but I won’t be able to do it justice, so I’ll content myself to just offer these photos instead.
After Boda Island we all got back in the speedboat and were handed the snorkeling masks for our next stop. The driver (sailor?) fired up the engine and took us…. 350 feet away, about a quarter of the way around the island. I was sure that our guide’s “Are you ready?” was part of the goofy Thai sense of humor, but then he jumped out and we followed him, exploring a coral reef off the coast of this section of the island.
Group reactions:
Christina: “Very pretty. Lots of fishy. Swam a lot but didn’t get dizzy.”
David: “It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, the synergies between the marine life and the rocks were unparalleled, I sensed a strong alignment throughout the value chain.”
Morgan: “Never did I expect to have dozens of identical fish bumping into my arms, legs, and torso, but I guess that’s what a pack of crackers can do in the ocean. I was also a big fan of the colorful fish and crackling coral.”
Following the snorkeling tour, we went to Chicken island for lunch. Are you asking yourself, hmm, I wonder how it got its name? I wasn’t either. But, if you are now curious, here is why:
Time and tide wait for no man, or tour groups apparently, and due to both of these reasons, we skipped the third island.
To the fourth island, I must admit to you, that I almost devoted an entire blog post, separate from the rest of the day. Upon arrival, we were given only two directions: be back in an hour and a half, and don’t get lost. With rules like that, an exciting adventure is bound to happen. A short walk down the from our arrival point was a fork in the path, with signs for BEACH, CAVES, VIEW POINT, and LAGOON pointing in one direction and TRAILS going in the other direction. Naturally, we veered towards the former. We found a small beach tucked away facing a cove, backed by a rock cliff face riddled with caves. Moreover, the bottom of the cliff had eroded away, leaving stalactites dangling above the sea. Higher stalactites hundreds of feet above the beach dripped water down upon us, like a solitary rain drop from a blue sky.
This beach was also the site of the home of the fertility goddess, according to local legend. I would like to keep this blog PG, but there were literally hundreds of phallic offerings to the goddess in spread across multiple caves.
If this were a comic book, now would be the point in the story in which I would tell you that Christina’s and David’s age-old enemies, the sun and the sand, had found the Achilles’ heels of your heroes, fair skin and open lacerations. While they were lain low and recovering, Morgan and I ventured back to find the view point and lagoon.
The reason we missed the path towards these areas before was that there was no path – there was an arrow pointing at a cliff face, and that was all. Morgan and I sized up the red clay wall before us, and thought that while the 35-foot-tall wall seemed a slightly dangerous, the path that surely began at the top would not be too difficult. After all, if it were impossible, why would there be a sign directing us there? –please let me take this moment for the obligatory, sorry Mom — So climbed we did (one of us in stylish and functional plastic flip flops. Note, this was not Morgan – she has better sense than that). At the top of the 35 feet, there was a flat area behind some trees that was not visible from the ground. However, there was no path here, and it was not the top of the cliff. Not by half. Not by a long shot. But we didn’t know that then. As would become a pattern, we could never really see more than about 35 feet above us at any given point on the climb.
To spare you the gory details, we scaled the remaining 120 feet or so, and now proceeded on to the lookout point, looking ourselves a bit worse for wear thanks to our brick-colored clay body paint. Here is the fruit of our labor:
It was at this time, dear reader, that I noticed something that I had to keep to myself. Because while a Russian woman on the cliff informed us that the number one rule of climbing was to always keep your chest facing the rock wall, a close second place rule must be to not do anything to cause your climbing partner to freak out. So when, dear reader, I saw a bee’s nest on the side of a tree measuring about four feet high and just as wide, with another eight inches deep, I said nothing. And unfortunately, for the same reason, I could not stop to take a picture to prove to you this outrageous boast, for that would have drawn attention to exactly that away from which I was strenuously taking pains draw attention.
The lagoon was closed temporarily due to dangerous path conditions, so unfortunately I do not have any pictures of that for you either. It was just as well, however, because we made it back to the boat just in the nick of our remaining time allotment. Had we gone to explore any further on the top of the mount, there is no way we would have been found by the tour guide before it was time to depart and rendezvous with the ferry back to port. Nevertheless, I apologize, for I too wanted pictures of the creature (and the teacher) from the black lagoon.
Ah, the story of this day has run much too long, so I must end it now. The story of our subsequent adventures will be out soon (seriously this time. I promise). Until then.