These are the stories of my travels.
Day 6, 14 November We’re a little sad to leave Ko Tao this morning. She’s been good to us. As have the kind folks at Davy Jones Locker. I really do highly recommend them – so helpful, friendly, professional and personal. Han and Debbie have bought our ferry tickets at a travel agent in the adjacent road and I’m hanging around watching some bored masseuses play volleyball and a slightly mangy street cat enjoying the morning sun. DJL organise a lift to the pier for us, but it’s a long wait before the ferry to Ko Samui leaves. Debbie...read more
Day 5, 13 November It’s dive day and that is an exciting prospect. We have breakfast at the New Heaven Café – honey and mango shakes with pancakes. It’s just across the (dirt) road from Davy Jones Locker (DJL) and we report for our Discover Scuba Diving course promptly at 10am. A lovely Irish girl named Fiona is our instructor and it starts with a few basic theory points before we strap on the tanks and descend into the adjacent pool. I’ve never done this before and while the idea of caving is my worst claustrophobic nightmare,...read more
Day 4. 12 November Alarms go off to wake us at 4:10am. It’s rough. Our animated Thai waitron/friend shows up and plops a tray of breakfast on my lap in my bed. He seems to be making fun of my morning face, which is actually quite funny when you are half-asleep. In contrast to last night’s feast, the soft white bread-that-once-was-warm-toast and rubbery cold white eggs aren’t great at all – especially not before the crack of dawn. Worse yet, the train seems to be standing still and I have no idea where we are or how long until we...read more
11 November Day 3. I’ve been eaten alive. Well, practically. Somewhere between yesterday and this morning the back of my legs have become a smorgasbord for the local mosquito population. Can’t wait to get to the islands and scare people away with my pasty white and diseased-looking thighs! Anyway. When booking accommodation, the two words ‘breakfast included’ are a sure-fire way to gain first choice and so we find ourselves sitting at tables next to the river at Navalai going for multiple rounds of buffet breakfast. Mind you, just the...read more
9 November 2014 “Trust me, it’s paradise. This is where the hungry come to feed. For mine is a generation that circles the globe and searches for something we haven’t tried before. So never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It’s probably worth it.” – The Beach (2000) Now, I don’t particularly want the same experience Richard had in that millennium blockbuster,...read more
AMATHOLE Day 6 – Zingcuka Hut to Tyume River 15km I’m just going to be upfront and throw in the following disclaimer: Today was my least favourite day. Call it an unfortunate series of events, a bad batch of factors, or simply the culmination of a challenging journey … but a lot went ‘wrong’ on this last stretch of the Amathole. The morning begins with an intense study of the hand-drawn map framed in the communal area of the Zingcuka hut. There are several route options to choose from – the easiest and most boring being a long...read more