Ko Samui : Family Reunited
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A marginally uncomfortable night, but take a look at the photo of my bed. Whaddya expect? Iâm up before sunrise. When the sunâs light starts to come, spreading along the horizon line visible from little Ao Kah beach, the dawn silhouettes of the many coconut palm trees here are fabulous. Their sharp black stencils starkly outlined upon the tangerines, purples, peaches and blue hues of the sunrise. I remain alone. A private dawn. The only guest on the entire of Ko Wua Talap.
After a âfulfilling and nutritiousâ breakfast of half a packet of Oreos and two oranges (same as dinner last night) my stomach is beginning to make its dissatisfaction known, but no time to grumble. A few more hours of island paradise to myself before todayâs gaggle of speed-tourists arrive on the boat that I will join for the onwards leg of my Angthong National Park odyssey.
Bua Boke Cave is an interesting enough way to kill 90 minutes or so but nothing more. Again ropes are in place where necessary to aid your ascent. What really makes this little trip for me is the unexpected presence of several, close to hand Dusky Spectacled Langur monkeys. Their name derives from the cute little furry white âspectacleâ rings that encircle their inquisitive little eyes. One sits in the trees not too far from me, itâs long tail hanging dead vertical towards the ground.
The cave itself is a rather unremarkable affair. An opening of the usual ghoulish looking Limestone shards, stalaktites and stalakmites. Having been in a large cave in northern Thailand not so long ago where the Thai guide insisted on all sorts of rocky formations having totally spurious resemblances to other objects ( âThiss wa loo like elephan!â ) I have to say I donât know why this is not named âTiger Caveâ after the rock I copped a snap offâŚ which clearly âloo like tiger headâ! No? Ya donât think so? Check the snap. You clearly never stared at a Salvador Dali painting if you canât see the Limestone feline! You can probably descend into and walk around the cave a little further but all alone with no prospect of any swift rescue from disaster I will not be attempting that!
The rest of my time on Ko Wua Talap is spent just taking in the cool sea breeze, reading, swimming and sun bathing.
Whilst we eat and thereafter, the boat wends its way scenically around some many more of the 42 Angthong islands, some of which have tiny lips of paradise perfect beaches. Some populated by wealthy people whoâve hired (or own) their own private speedboats to come out here, far from the madding crowds. Our boat docks now at Ko Mae Ko where we will be for about 90 minutes. Probably the most famous spot within the Park, Ko Mae Ko contains Talay Nai ( the âInner Seaâ or âlagoon within the mountainâ ) a bright turquoise lagoon of âtrappedâ sea water within the limestone, tree-fringed bounds of the island.
Itâs once again extremely hot today so it is a sweaty, sweaty ascent for one and all from the beach up over the rim of the island to ascend to the viewing platform over Talay Nai. The site taken in and everyoneâs cameras stuffed to the gills with uninspired but obligatory photographs, itâs back down to sea level to cool off with snorkel and mask.
Iâm getting super excited now. Iâm only a matter of miles and hours away from a long anticipated reunion with my sister Kate. Itâs been nearly 6 months since I saw any member of my tiny, precious family.
Our parents visited Ko Samui some many a long year ago now, and I would imagine it was a fairly well developed-for-tourism island back then, although retaining some charm and calm. It is one of Thailandâs largest. About a decade on, although I will see veeery little of this island itâs clear to see that for anyone interested in real travel this place long since died a death of its own success. It feels tired, dirty, unloved and uncaring in return.
I get freshened up and walk the 30 minutes or so back down the road to where I luckily spotted the road side sign for my sisterâs hotel for the night. I decide to give them a surprise by pitching up (no firm plans had yet been made as to what island or time we were to meet at). Strolling around to a beautifully quiet and secluded beach front of their hotel, the strains of familiar voices happily chattering are blown to my ears on the evening breeze. Turning the corner, there she is. Mâfamily. Mâfriend. Mâdarlinâ sis. After all these months of a journey that would not have happened without her vital inspiration and encouragement. Sheâs facing me as I approach, looking right at me. It seems.