|The magical island of Koh Phayam|
At last we broke free of the marina and made our way around the bottom of Phuket Island and up the west coast of Thailand. The NE monsoon was establishing itself which makes the west coast a well protected area for sailing. One of the first stops was the infamous Patong Bay. It's not really Thailand at all with its sleezy bars and Thais looking to make a quick buck. Although an unusually quiet year, there were still lots of Aussie, Russian and German tourists. Russians are a big influence in Phuket with many signs and menus in Russian language. Desptite all that, Patong is a good place to stock up with supplies of food and drinks. The anchorage was abysmal though and the NW swell rolled the boat miserably from side to side. We had to hold on when moving around the boat and pouring a cup of coffee was only an approximation, with most of the coffee ending up on the bench. We had to stay one night unfortunately but left at first light in the morning.
|We shared the busy anchorage of Patong, Phuket with this big baby. They weren't rolling!|
We had set ourselves a goal to get right to one of the most northern islands on the west coast, just short of the Myanmar border by Christmas. The cruising grapevine promised that the bay at Koh Phayam was spectacular and traditionally a place for orphans to share Christmas. Five days of uncomfortable sailing with the wind and short nasty waves on the nose got us there in plenty of time. We sailed in company with and old mate from Fremantle on his boat Watanie II. It was worth the bash north. Beautiful white sandy beach, low key restaurants ashore and a quiet island safe enough to explore on motor bike.
Twenty boats filed into the bay prior to Christmas, with friends old and new friends on Honeymoon, Rum Runner, Wandoo, Muscat, Fayaway and others. Some of us joined up for a scrumptious lunch at a French run restaurant overlooking the water. Days idled past filled with socializing with friends and exploring the island.
New Year was a blast and the best one ever. The venue was the Hippy Bar right on the beach. The place is constructed from recycled wood from the tsunami, old bits of coiled rope and flotsam. It's very creative but it's hard to see how it all holds together. It is run by some very cool Rasta Thai guys who mix a mean Mojito and play very danceable music. We danced the night away and finally brought in the new year by setting off paper lanterns on the beach.
|Paper lanterns to bring in the new year|
The navy ship anchored in the bay let off fireworks from the back of their boat. I can't ever see the Australian Navy getting into the New Year like that!
|The Hippy Bar. a great venue for New Years Eve|
|Part of the Hippy Bar. Would it pass survey??|
We did a day trip by ferry to the city of Ranong so Rob could have his passport stamped. It's a functional bustling town with good supermarkets and probably every service you would ever need. I made a futile attempt to have The Doctor's boat stay extended. It was not something the customs had done before so after two hours of polite paper rustling I suggested it might be easier if I went to Phuket to do the check in. They quickly, and with relief I think, agreed.
|All on one anchor!|
One of the fishing boats came and anchored about 15 metres away which is usually considered pretty close. The skipper started doing charades with Rob and it went something like " You come here....eat...." Rob dutifully went over with a bowl and his wallet looking forward to a feed of nice fresh prawns. He got the prawns alright but no repayment required. The skipper wanted a lift ashore in our dinghy so he could meet up with his girlfriend. The whole procedure was repeated several days later when we met him on the beach and he needed a lift back to his boat. AND we got another big bowl of prawns which we cooked up and shared with friends.
After nearly two weeks in beautiful Koh Phayam we pulled anchor and pointed the bow south again.
This time instead of hugging the coast we made our way to the off lying Surin Islands.
Only about 30 miles south, we had the wind behind us and a great sail. Good sailing doesn't happen too often in Thailand due to lack of wind so when it happens it's just icing on the cake. Rather than taking turns to be up on deck to keep an eye out for fish traps and nets we both sat in the cockpit lapping up the wonderful sensation of motor off and wind in the sails.
|Going ashore for lunch. Surin Islands|
We tried most of the anchorages around the Surin Islands, but only one was flat and escaped the swell coming in from the Bay of Bengal. We anchored there first and in retrospect we should never have left.
|Rated as one of our best ever anchorages|
It was right up there with the best anchorage EVER. A best ever anchorage ticks the following boxes. Protected from the prevailing wind and swell. White sandy beach. Clear water. Interesting snorkelling. Hard sand and shade for doing yoga on the beach. Just plain beautiful.
|The perfect yoga beach|
Being keen on doing yoga whenever possible, I gathered up my mat and towel and paddled to the nearest beach before breakfast. A monkey was on the beach, but being shy and not that into yoga disappeared into the jungle. After gently moving along the hermit crabs , I spread out the mat and had a wonderful hour of yoga with the lapping of the water as background music. I was just into the last few minutes of meditation when I heard a mad splashing at the waters edge only a few feet away. Unbelievably quite a large fish had landed at my feet! What to do? It would be a perfect meal for two. As I was wondering how to capture it, it flipped itself back into the water. Initially disappointed, I then decided the fish deserved to live as it had obviously already escaped the jaws of something large that had chased it onto the beach.
We shared the anchorage with a couple of other boats and joined them for drinks on the beach at sunset after we had picked fresh oysters off the rocks. Cant get much better than that!