On the edge of the park, deep in the jungle we stay at an exceptional resort Montania Lifestyle Hotel — with fantastic views of three “phanoms” (limestone cliffy peaks), swimming pool just in front of our cabin, attentive staff. On our first day, Ori and I took Thai massage with Herbal compress. Everytime, take Herbal compress! It’s like hot herby rocks pressed on all the places of your body that you want pressed. Ori and I lie on two tables, with two young Thai women working on us. We chat a little. We hear the soft music of their sweet Thai voices during the whole massage.
Breakfast included, is great for me: vegetables, tropical fruit, scrambled eggs, white toast. Sitting on the Elephant Freedom Veranda, listening to the jungle birds. The maitre’d asked if I liked Thailand, and I said “I’m not ever leaving.” Give me a house in the jungle close to the beach and I’m happy forever.
I think: tuk-tuk, then bus.
We will travel about ten kilometers to Yacht Haven. There, we’ll pay the remainder of our bareboat charter, and leave one piece of luggage, with sailing gear (heavy), that we will not schlep around Thailand on our travels.
Buy a couple of SIM cards for our unlocked iPhones, suspend ATT service and act like long-term expats. Maybe someday for real…
We have also arranged long-term traveler (sailboat cruiser) mail-forwarding. They scan the enevelope, which we can read on the net and decide shred, hold, forward, or “open and scan contents.” Complex, but very useful. Saint Brendan’s Isle — an imaginary island off the coast of Africa — sbimailservice.com.
We have a sixty-day visa for Thailand, good for one entry. We’ll get a new visa when we return from Bali in two months, just in time to fly back home. Plan ahead!
We got some exciting news from Rachael, my daughter — baby-in-belly is healthy and well. We are all very excited and happy.
After a tedious time, during which the Elite Yachting people had to inspect every single one of my 60 twenty-dollar bills two times. And rejected ten “not high enough quality”. Only in Thailand. They are graciously holding one suitcase until we get on the boat, 3.March.
Then off to a Turkish restaurant for lunch.
The lamb kebab and humus and babaganoush were particularly good. And the conversation with the world-traveler owner, Khun Metin.
HKT is Phuket, Thailand.
How did they know?
Oh well, twelve hours of jet lag. We’re tough and experienced and we slept for four hours in the afternoon.
This evening, after a dinner of fried rice and pineapple and a Blue Dorado (margarita), the Thai singer-guitarist performed karaoke with the audience. The table next to us of seven Chinese were very much into it. The beautiful, elegant, dominant Matriarch ran the show. They sang and sang. In Chinese, and communicate with the Thai guy in English (I think). Ori chose “No woman don’t cry” for them to sing. She wouldn’t let me go to the mike. Next time I will.
One more night in this paradise, before we move on to the next one.
We are a finely-tuned machine, packing, unpacking, repacking. Buying more stuff (although the last shipment from Amazon has already arrived).
Sunday late afternoon, we check-in to a hotel near Denver International Airport. Early, early we go to the airport and fly away.
Today, Friday, we go to the Thai Consulate in Denver to get our sixty-day visas. That will do until we make a “visa run” to Bali for a couple of weeks. Then we fly home, with a ten hour layover in Seoul. We’ll take a specially-paced six hour tour of the city.