Thai Rhapsody. Song eighth
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Ko Hong was not included in the mandatory program - I thought it was a little expensive. But I had nothing to do one day, and I began to look more closely. A boat for 5 people cost 2500 - this is 500 per person if we are lucky to gather a company, and 833 if there are only three of us. Plus a drop off fee of 300 baht. Somehow strange: on some islands 400, on others - 300! I asked one travel agency the cost of the tour. The girl asked for 1200 per person. Yes, with lunch. Expensive lunch, it turns out. Moreover, I didn’t like that they would pick us up from the hotel as early as 8.30, then until everyone was collected... In short, what the hell! Yourself, yourself, yourself! They turned to leave, and the girl held out a calculator for me to write down my price. I didn't. We left.
In the morning we arrived at the pier at fifteen minutes to eight. The elder asked, as usual, where do we want to go? Hearing "Hong Island", he nodded his head respectfully and walked away. We sit and wait for the box office to open. A couple of Russian speakers came up. I immediately laid eyes on them, but I was waiting for something. They wandered around the bush, and I, choosing the moment, went up to them and asked where they soaped up? It turned out to be on Koh Poda, where we had already been. Then I made them an offer they ultimately couldn't refuse. I told them about our hour and a half ordeals while waiting for the company in the direction they had chosen. They still weakly resisted, arguing that they would be able to swim to Koh Hong from Phuket, it was closer from there. They were going to Phuket after Krabi. But I, without batting an eyelid, said that nothing was closer. Then, after looking at the map, I found out that I had not even lost my mind! Koh Hong is farther from Phuket than from Krabi. In short, I sentenced the guys, and we bought tickets at the box office. Thus, we saved 2 pieces of baht.
For some reason, they didn’t send us from the embankment - either the wave was high, or some kind of turbidity. The second is more likely. In general, we were loaded into a songteo and taken to the mouth of the river behind the hill that separates the beaches of Ao Nang and Nopparattara.
Sailed for 45 minutes. I knew that there was a lagoon there, and I was tormented by the question, would they bring us there, or how? Swim to get there, as in the case of Fr. Come on, it won't work. I thought to beg, if anything, the captain, to bring him there first. I took a present for these purposes - a pack of Marlboro. But it didn't work. We were immediately taken to see the lagoon.
To be honest, nothing special. Just the entrance to it is cool.
The people here were already in order: on a catamaran, on a yacht, and on longtails too. When did you have time? We spent the night here, apparently.
After surveying the lagoon from the boat, we swam to the beach. Our valiant captain tried to separate us, asking for landing not 300 baht, but 400 baht. Not a ride - we were warned at the box office. Yes, the Internet is sometimes useful. He, without batting an eyelid, accepted as much as we gave. No, no!
Nitsche such an island! You can spend a couple of days here. Only, as in the case of Koh Poda, there were not enough palm trees on the shore. Not Bounty. And the snork here was even worse than on Koh Poda. In addition to yellow-bellied minke whales, I saw a parrot and a flock of some other fish near a rock overgrown with oysters. The water, oddly enough, was rather muddy. But the sand was white-white! The legs here looked much better than after the Princess Lagoon.
We saw a monitor lizard in the bushes:
At the beach, the crab quite willingly posed for everyone:
The guys who arrived with us, barely stepping on the shore, went to look for a shadow. They were originally from Ufa and were not spoiled by the sun at all. According to them, they did not have summer at all this year. Tamara has already managed to burn out the other day, but Rustem saved her in a completely brutal way - for a long time he rubbed the burnt places with a washcloth. First time I've heard of this! However, it turned out to be just a storehouse of various information. For example, I have never heard of why crests (we, that is) love bacon so much. It was simply the only product that the Tatar-Mongols did not take from the locals. Like this! Live and learn. And you will die a fool. But I really love lard.
I was ready to chat with the guys incessantly. I felt like I had known them for a long time. Like us, they have been to Sri Lanka and Goa several times. And when Rustem told me that they managed to drive from Hikkaduwa to Sigiriya and back on public transport during the day, I really respected him. She asked if they were sitting on any tourist sites? No, they don't sit. Information is simply searched on Google. Here are those on! It happens! In addition, they also ride, however, not on skis, like us, but on snowboards. In general, I found kindred spirits in their faces. And it turned out that they live on the same street as us! Oh come on! It doesn't happen! Their hotel (Silver Orchid), however, is even further from the main street than our bungalows. Booked through Booking. Paid 1200 baht per night. True, they had air conditioning, which they did not turn on, because they immediately caught a cold, and a TV, which they also did not turn on. And the soundproofing is not good. True, there is a shuttle to the beach. If you can. But not! In our bungalows for 350 baht, peace and quiet, but God's grace. If you cut the roosters.
One evening we were sitting on our veranda, drinking rum and listening to Leps, or maybe Shnur. A worker who was building new cement paths in the territory came up to us and bowed forty-five times and asked if he was interfering with us? I got uncomfortable. He, unlike us, did not make the slightest noise. Yes, and the neighbors did not hear.
What am I talking about? Oh yes! About a wonderful island. So. Having swum in the muddy water, Vadik and I went to wander along the forest path. There is nothing interesting there. Unless they saw a monitor lizard on a tree. And what did he forget? Does he have a nest there?
We're back. We also swam in a flock of yellow minke whales. I tell you, it comes with some risk of being bitten. Look into the eyes of these fish. Well, pure animals!
Please note: the clay from under the nails after climbing into the Princess Lagoon yesterday did not wash out, no matter how hard I tried.
We had a bite of rice with egg / chicken brought with us. I went looking for a place to put a trash can. Near the eating point of organized sightseers, I found a trash can. And near the bag of leftovers, I found a pot-bellied monitor lizard, devouring chicken bones. A catering worker came up and, taking an empty plastic bottle, began to drive the animal away from the feeder. For which he received a tail in the face. This was quite unexpected for me. The beast, which the worker affectionately called the Fox (probably a girl), worked well, like a whip. I didn't even know they could do that. But the slapped worker did not give up, and he managed to drive the Fox away. But not far. After that, he selected the bones from the trash and began to throw them to the monitor lizard. He (she) swallowed them whole, without chewing.
After admiring the process of feeding, I returned to my own. Went with Vadik to wander some more. But there was nothing else of interest on the island. Then I decided to look at the escape routes in case of a tsunami. It was necessary to climb a hill at the end of the beach, holding on to the rope. Vadik left, and I climbed in. Well I do not know. I think it's in case of a tiny tsunami. I don't know whether to twitch or accept the inevitable.
When I returned, where the fish tried to gnaw on my fingers, there was already a sandy spit. The sea was leaving. And with it my interest in the island. Good thing it was already 2:00 pm. Half an hour later we were taken away. On the way back to the sea, we met someone's krathong. Someone's wish will come true!
We were returned to the same channel from which we sailed. But the tide was low, and we landed far from the shore. I had to go along the mulyak left by the stink river. No one has taken us. I had to walk with dirty feet to Ao Nang. However, what is there to go?
This is our street:
We had dinner again at the food center. Verka desired the fish. She didn't inspire confidence in me. Raw, she looked very good - pink, pot-bellied. Red telapia, it seems. But they cooked it... Without peeling it off the scales, they generously dipped it in salt and baked it on the grill in this form! The skin was hopelessly damaged. Namely, this part of the fish for me represents the most tsimes. Werke liked it. Vadik and I ordered shrimp in some kind of sauce.
We still had two full days left. I wanted to swim on Railay again, because last time we did not have time to visit Tonsai Beach. The guys expressed a desire to go with us.
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