We are into the seventh week of our trip. It actually took me a few minutes to figure this out. We are so deep into this adventure that time has lost its urgency and perspective has been shifting. We haven’t tuned into the news even once!This is our fourth day sailing. We sailed from Kho Yao Yai (Kho means island, Yai means South) to Kho Puk through the Straits of Malacca (famous for fierce Naval battles during WWII), in the Andaman Sea which is part of the Indian Ocean. Very quiet sea during the day, starting in the afternoon the ocean gets choppy until almost midnight. We stayed over night in Koh Puk.
What I find strange is that unlike sailing the Caribbeans or the North East there are no gulls or pelicans, no dolphins or sea turtles, not even sea lions or sea otters in the marinas. The only thing we saw is huge jelly fish floating on the surface.
Here are some pictures
Ori in the galley figuring out where to put everything
From Kho Puk we had a short day of sailing to west Koh Lanta which is on the east side of the Gulf of Thailand. We stayed there for night number three. A bit more populated mostly with Muslims – no little shrines or temples to be found here. It is a famous touristy destination but more of the hippy kind. We had lunch on the beach in a restaurant called Friendly then we took the dinghy around the corner to the near by village. What we thought would be a short excursion turned out to be a vigorous adventure. Low tide is a BIG deal here. We ended up trying to cross a two kilometers of mud flat of low tide. We left the dinghy “anchored” and walked the last 500 meters to town that greeted us on silts. Very funky place with funky looking tourists. We managed to buy sunscreen and aloe vera and hurried back to the dinghy which we had to wheel a hundred meters across the sand. Then Oz had to push me sitting inside, another a couple of hundred meters barely floating the dinghy. I think that since the building of the pyramids no one worked so hard. Pharoh was chuckling! and, the wind picked up to 14 knots on our long dinghy ride back. We arrived at our Happy Eva soaking wet and not so happy.
Happy Eva-our home for the next week.
Today, on our fourth day, we are sailing west to the famous Kho Phi Phi islands. It’s us and the sea. Only one or two passing sailing boats or fishing boast. It’s a wide and open ocean and if we, by any chance, miss the islands we will get to India! Sailing at once makes you feel young and also reminds you of your age limitations. Moving around the boat really exercises our flexibility and balance. Raising the main sail is hard and requires muscles. This is when Oz is short-handed. It keeps you alert because often it happens that you have to move from zero to a hundred. For example, this morning when we started our sailing, while I was on the front deck doing yoga, Oz heard an unusual noise and it turned out that one of the dinghy oars fell into the water. We had to turn the boat around, Oz jumped into the water and recovered it. This was an easy alert case.