Boat transfer from Chang to Mak.
The pier at the Makathanee Resort and...
the resort from the pier.
Shops on the local street.
The end of the beach.
A pier at a different resort.
And another.
Another nice beach, but the bottom was better at the one I stayed at.
Monday, April 30th.
It rained really hard during the night, high winds,
and lots of thunder. I wonder if this is what the monsoon sounds like. Funny
thought, I have been carrying around a full rain suit which I have used only
once briefly. I left it in Bangkok in my big bag. Is this the result of the
maxim ‘carry a rain suit and you won’t need it and don’t bring it and you
will?’ It finally let up at dawn and I headed down for the breakfast, again
avoiding the eggs and ketchup which seem to have lost their appeal. Then I
packed up and checked out.
My transfer vehicle showed up on time and we drove
south on the island picking up a couple of other groups of people until we were
packed. We drove to the same pier I discovered yesterday and boarded a speed
boat with twin 250 Mercury motors for the trip to Koh Mak. It is funny that
when I tried to book this a month or so ago, they told me that the boats would
probably not be running after April 30th because it was the low
season. However, the boat was packed. The ride took about an hour and my pick
up was there to get me at the dock. He drove me for about 10 minutes to my new
hotel, the Makathanee Resort. Again the rooms are clean, the grounds quite nice
with a good pool and they have a restaurant with a bar on the roof. This time
the beach is much improved and it is long enough to go for a decent walk and
swim.
I explored the beach from one end to the other and
found a beautiful palm tree leaning out over the beach as you see in every
picture in the Caribbean. Back at the hotel I was looking through a large book
exchange collection that was mostly in German or French, when I came across an
autobiography of Bob Dylan in English. I decided to take it. I learned to
listen to him on my Australian west coast trip with Damien, so I figured it
might be a good book to learn more about him.
The afternoon past at a leisurely pace as I spent a
couple of hours in the very warm water, spent some time reading and just
relaxing. I had dinner in the hotel restaurant. They had a bbq dinner, so I had
a cob of corn, a baked potato and a skewer of chicken, peppers, onion and
pineapple. Then I went up to the rooftop bar hoping to meet some western
tourists, but the only people there were young Thai couples. So I had one beer
and read the Dylan book then called it a night.
Tuesday, May 1st.
After breakfast I rented a scooter from the hotel for
the day at 250 Bhat, or $10. I spent most of the day riding around this 16
square kilometre island exploring all the roads. This is a flat island compared
to Koh Chang. There are only 450 inhabits apparently, and most of them work for
the tourist trade or as farmers. Much of the island has been turned over to
rubber plantations.
I checked out other resorts and hotels and didn’t find
many better than where I was staying, and I only found one other beach that was
comparable, but its bottom was not as sandy as the one I was staying on. It was
at the pier where I landed yesterday.
So, this time I think I booked the best place available. However, I
stayed there for a couple of hours soaking in the shallow warm water. Today I
wore my Easter Island hat and a t-shirt as I got too much sun yesterday.
Later in the day, I rode back to my hotel and hung out
on the beach there. The water there is rougher than on the other side of the
island where it was very calm.
There is not much on the island other than a couple of
beaches, some hotels and a few shops and restaurants. I can’t imagine who would
eat the at the local restaurants, certainly not western tourists. This island
has mostly Thai tourists and the hotel I am staying at has a pier where there
are two boats with 3 x 250 horsepower boats that take tourists back and forth to
the mainland.
I enjoyed a nice dinner and a beer and then headed off
to my room to finish reading Gut and continue reading Bob Dylan.
hmmm...never thought of you as a Dylan fan
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