We had booked in at the Sanom Beach Resort, now remember the word resort… what does it conjure up in your mind? Koh Lipe is fully booked for Chinese New Year weekend and it’s getting very popular now late into the season. We had friends who helped us. Their friends run Sanom Beach Resort. Boy and Jeng are the friends. We looked down the beach, it didn’t seem too far. Now Rangerette had a backpack so big and heavy that we could have had the entire crew from Avatar in it. Why don’t they just fly us over? She’s muttering at the bag, never again, never again…
It’s hot and we finally get to the other end of the beach and find the bamboo walkway around the rocky shoreline. Now I’m big and heavy and I’m carrying two bags. The sweat is pouring down and we start over the rocks with pounding surf beneath them. Now Indiana Jones would have thought twice about the cracking and moaning bamboo slats we had to maneuver. Lara Croft would have run in terror and hid in a temple. But no, Ranger Bob and Rangerette move on and just before Ranger Bob passes out, we make it to the other side. We are at a small secluded beach totally isolated, yet so close to the most popular beach on Koh Lipe. A beautiful sandy cove, ringed with trees for shade. I start looking around for Leonard Di Caprio, where’s the camera ? We find Jeng, he tells us Boy is outside our bungalow up on the mountain… Argh! I had just caught my breath, and now we have to hike up the hillside to the top and meet smiling Boy who shows us our bungalow. Now remember the word Resort. After leaving the beautiful Temple Tree Resort not more that 4 hours ago, this was a big change! Woven bamboo mat walls that you can see light through, a bed as hard as Devil’s Island. And, dah da! There’s no sink, only a toilet and a shower hose. Going out the door to talk about our circumstances with Rangerette on the terrace, I step out and go crashing through the floorboards.. Now we are in a pole house on the side of a mountain, the drop is steep and ends in those big rocks with the bamboo walkway below. Rangerette says, the view is great, we have a deal. Boy is smiling, and promises to fix the terrace immediately, which he does. I promise to lose about 20 kilos within the next few hours, which I don’t. We also find out that there are steps going down just in back of our bungalow, Dah!. Leaving our very humble abode, we throw our things in our room, change to swim modus and are down the hill in a flash, where we find cold beer, shade and a beach… All is forgiven …
THE BEACH…
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