Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Pier Watering Hole

Great little bar on Chalong waterfront.  Good food, pretty girls and always a cool breeze.

Sunday Ride

Sunday morning ride  on the Silverwing to Tap Lamu and Koh Lak.  Beer in a cozy restaurant while the rain stopped, then through the mountains on the long and winding road back to N4, Phangna and Phuket.  Lunch in a roadside stall; beer, fried eggs and crispy pork with rice for €3, including a free marriage proposal from the Mam-San on behalf of her daughter. It's rambutan season now so lots of fresh fruit for sale.  Passed the 4-wheel driver boys returning from Ranong and got a big wave.  Back across the Sarasin Bridge at 4pm and home for jam sandwiches and tea.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Here Comes The Sun


And after rain comes the sun. View from the bow of the Blue Cat looking back towards Phuket and Koh Lon; still water, calm seas, clear horizon of nimbus building for another downpour; the sunny stretches between the rainshowers are magical; water-washed light flowing through the soul of everything.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Dark Storm Rising

One week of rain so far.  Storm clouds scudding across Chalong Bay over Cape Panwa Headland.  Been bailing the boats out.  The tinny is filling up.  Happily no strong wind so she has remained afloat.

Gone Fishin'

Steve in a classic pose departing Chalong for  Koh Maiton.  We didn't catch many fish this day, but it was glorious weather and we had a couple of beers to sustain us, along with crispy bacon fate and our strong belief in the profit Beirut.  However, we did mumble our way through a couple of decades of the grocery, ate some crispy green sadality and discussed ecclesiastical knicker elastic so we have accumulated substancial plenary indulgence, perhaps even enough for a free Holy Goat mug.

Sunshine Reggae

Departed Friday morning in glorious sunshine.  By the time we ran through Krabi it was heaving it down. Shown below are the boys having a beer, drying off and waiting for a break in the weather.

Saturday in Sadao

Diarmuid from Dublin displays his Irish midriff in a classic " what the fcuk are you lookin at?" pose.