Travelling in SE Asia had so far been a thoroughly enjoyable
and truly rewarding experience. I had immersed myself in the cultures,
eaten…interesting…local cuisine, and made friends from around the world. What
this trip had not provided so far, however, was much downtime. While most of my
trips took me to interesting regions and beautiful parts of the world, many
(most) these places were also filled with suffering and such a significant
disparity between our lives as Americans (or any 1st world country
residents) and those of these countries that it was hard to divorce myself from
the depressed feelings they inspired. No matter how beautiful, it was hard to
forget that the people around me were often living on less than $1 per day and
didn’t even have access to clean water or housing. And, on the whole, I think
that this is absolutely necessary if you are going to travel in SE Asia. Part
of truly travelling is experiencing how the locals live for yourself and
immersing yourself in that lifestyle (to a certain degree – I never gave up my
fondness and preference for Western toilets).
But after almost 3 whole months living in that manner, I came
to the point where I just needed a break and I said to myself: I wish I could
just take a day off at the beach. Well, for our second full day in Phuket,
Zenia and I did just that – we took a day off at the beach. As per our usual
method of travelling, Zenia and I spent the first day of our trip sightseeing
and exploring our location (sure, we did it quite leisurely by boat and even
had our kayaks paddled by someone else, thus completely negating any physical
activity on our parts, but it counts). On this second day, however, we decided
that we needed to take a day off and simply relax, enjoy our time in this
island paradise. After all, how could you visit the islands of Thailand without
spending a day lounging on warm, white sand beaches and swimming in the
beautiful blue-green sea? Inconceivable!
Our first stop of the morning was at a white sandy beach. The
beach was located on a large island boasting three jutting hills covered in
trees and shrubs, all cradling a beautiful beach. The beach was clearly a place
to relax and swim and was already covered in speed boats and people enjoying
the water. Our boat slowly pulled up to shore and we all clambered off and into
the water. The water was once again a glorious blue-green color, softened by
the white sand of the beach and ocean floor. The beach was inlaid enough into
the island to create a small bay with a gently sloping ocean floor, providing a
wonderfully shallow area to swim. Zenia and I wasted no time finding a place on
the beach for our towels and clothes and then hopped into the crystal clear
water. The temperature was amazing, everything you imagine a tropical beach to
be. Sliding into the water felt like sliding into a gently warmed bath and
immediately all our cares and troubles slid out of our minds. For the first
time, we were able to relax.
All too soon we were called away from this idyllic spot by
our captain and we returned to the boat for more adventures – a tour of some nearby
islands. One island in particular was pointed out to us as a location that had
appeared in several films, although the only film I can remember it being in at
present is “The Beach,” which I’ve never seen myself. The islands were
beautiful, however, regardless of the supposed fame added by their cinematic
history and the smaller size of our boat today allowed us to get a closer look
at some of the soaring and sheer cliffs that predominate these islands.
We stopped at the base of one such cliff and were provided
slices of stale bread. We were then told to lean over the side and throw pieces
of the bread in the water to see the pretty fish. Well, as some of you may
know, I have an irrational fear of little fish (I always feel as if they are
going to bite off my toes, but for some reason I only fear little fish, those
that could not possibly accomplish this feat – weird). I’m really not sure
where this phobia came from, but it certainly seems to be here to stay and the
experience of feeding these fish definitely did not help. As we all dropped
small chunks of bread in the water, dozens, nay, hundreds of small fish
appeared and ripped them apart. Small yellow and black striped fish (think
clown fish, but with neon yellow and black/brown stripes) attacked the bread
and decimated it in seconds. As soon as one piece of bread was gone, the group
would disperse from the tangled ball they had become and would await the next
offer of food. We stayed until all the bread was gone and all I could think
about during this display was how easily fish could take over the world (or at
least the ocean) if they all simply made a concentrated effort to work together
and attacked boats. (Think about it.)
After fattening up those small fishes, our boat moved on to
another rapacious and dangerous wild animal to feed (why, oh why were these
people obsessed with feeding wild animals that shouldn’t be fed by humans??) –
monkeys. After arduous research (typing the words Thailand and monkey into a
google search), I have discovered that these monkeys were long-tailed macaques.
While it might not seem so bad to feed a wild monkey, it is not really a smart
move as these are wild animals that could easily spread diseases and so should
not become too comfortable with human interaction. Nevertheless, our boat
stopped along a cliff face on an island where ropes had been hung and where the
monkeys knew to congregate in order to get free treats from tourists. We were
each given a bag of food and encouraged to let the monkeys eat out of our
hands. Being of a more practical nature and fearing a “Planet of the Apes” scenario,
I relinquished my bag of food to others and stayed away from the scavenging
beasts (killers). And after five to ten minutes, I was more than happy to move
on.
We docked for lunch at a large island where a small
community existed along another gorgeous white sand beach. After quickly eating
a rather forgettable meal (provided by the tour), Zenia and I began exploring
the island shops before heading back to the beach and the boat for the final
leg of our day. Our final stop was on the furthest island out on our trip. This
island was a small speck of land, but unique amongst the many thousands of
islands in that it boasted a large mountainous region occupying one half of the
island, but pure white sands along the other half. The island’s entire purpose
was for relaxing and enjoying the sun and water. The white sand was covered in
low seated beach chairs and umbrellas and offered a full service bar along the base
of the mountains. Of course, the chairs were to be rented and the drinks were
ridiculously expensive (keep in mind, ridiculously expensive in SE Asia is
about $3 per drink), but as this was our final adventure, Zenia and splurged.
We rented two covered chairs and ordered a pina colada in a coconut for Zenia
and a pineapple drink in a pineapple for me, complete with little flowers and
fruit. The afternoon was amazing. The sky cleared just as we arrived on the
island and set up our camp and as the temperature rose, Zenia and I would
alternate between sitting on our chairs, listening to music, and relaxing in
the sun and shade and taking dips in the beautiful ocean. We spent about two
hours just sitting and enjoying the beach. It was blissful after three months
of constant travel and activity.
It seemed like no time at all before our captain called our
group back to the boat and we returned to Phuket. Not wanting to give up our
day quite yet, Zenia and I hopped into our guesthouse’s pool upon our return,
continuing our lazy day until the sun went down and it was time to shower and
get ready for our evening. I wish I could now regale you with tales of a
fabulous evening out, but in reality, Zenia and I put on some more dresses we
bought in Cambodia, took a red truck downtown, and merely spent the evening
walking around and enjoying the sights. We returned to our guesthouse somewhat early,
exhausted from our lazy day, yet completely satisfied with our time in Phuket.