The Bayon, Siem Reap, Cambodia

The Bayon, Siem Reap, Cambodia
The Bayon at Siem Reap, Cambodia, from last year's tour

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

Hippy Island

The plan (well, my plan, anyway) to get to the island of Koh Samet was to hike down to Ekkamai bus station in Sukhumvit and travel to the Ban Phe harbour on one of Thailand's inter-city buses. 'Tis cheap, see? Carolyn and Linda persuaded me to get a taxi at ten times the cost citing the fact that it would be "quicker and more comfortable". Of course it was, so there are no disasters to report, such as getting on the wrong bus and ending up in Chiang Mai. An eternally cheerful female taxi driver duly deposited us at the wrong pier where the first ferry ticket tout we met sold us return tickets to Nadan on the island at twice the going rate and arranged for a motorcycle sidecar (a cage attached to the bike, basically) to drive us to the correct pier. After a hazardous transfer to a packed boat (they don't believe in ramps or gangplanks) containing an eclectic assortment of tourists (i.e. the eponymous hippies) and food containers for the island's inhabitants we duly arrived at Nadan harbour. The passengers were piled onto benches at the backs of a fleet of waiting trucks and we were shuttled to our respective resort destinations. Ours was the Samed Villa Resort. You can check the link to save me boringly describing the details. Suffice to say we are on a southernmost stretch of the most touristy part of Koh Samet, meaning that the obvious road doesn't extend any further south on the island but instead jackknifes over the middle to the posh side on the west (I walked over there two years ago: it's less hippy-ish, more ordered, and sterile as hell -- not for us mortals, methinks!). Our resort looks nice though; bungaloid-style rooms on a white sandy beach facing the east. That means we have to get up early to make the most of the sun which sets behind us. That would normally be a problem for an idle, retired b*****d like me, but after my last rant about depressing old England in the winter, I feel I should make the effort (shucks!). Anyway, a buffet breakfast is included so my innate meanness is satisfied in the bargain (not to mention Linda!).

5 comments:

Steve said...

Life is a little more boring in the garden this year as none of my pots have exploded !! Though my birds are a little more wanting in fast food, and it would appear the tectonic plate in the road is more subdued. Maybe Prof. Ginge can offer a view on this in between his spacial jumps !!

Da5e's Blogs said...

Hiya Steve. Glad you are still receiving transmissions from beyound the orbit of Pluto. I'm still getting Earth To Lampen messages from Margaret on blogpost No. 1. I'll keep posting between beer breaks anyway (of which there are many at these proces Ho Ho!).

Margaret said...

I have caught up with you - see last comment! I wish I was a retired b*****d visiting the hippies of somewhere. Instead I am involved in the pantomime of NHS workforce planning.

Tomorrow I'll do some bird-watching like Steve. My garden pots are in one piece inspite of New Year's Eve... I'll spare you the detail.

Glad to be back on my "holidays"

Margaret

Margaret said...

Even better today - Pressed "Home" and have found the familiar layout with the daily log all on one page. Happy days!

It sounds lovely there.

Margaret

Da5e's Blogs said...

Hi Margaret. The viewing problems may have been my fault. When I set the blog up, I noticed the comments were embedded in the post, making the return to the proper blog page difficult (took me ages to find that Home buton). I changed it a couple of days later so the comments appear as a popup in a separate window. Should be more familiar now. Glad to hear no one is dying of exploding pot shrapnel this year.