The lake is a reservoir created thirty years ago for power and water control. The villagers were relocated and treated well (as far as I can tell). A Big Lake. Many “phanoms” – my name for those weird protruding hills and cliffs of limestone, draped in jungle. Astonishingly beautiful. Hallucinogenic.
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.
The pictures in this blog were taken with two iPhones and a brand-new, not yet completely-under-control EOS Canon T6 with two lenses: 18-55mm macro and 35-300mm telephoto zoom. Flash rarely. Usually in full-auto mode. This camera can become a wifi hotspot and the iPhones can login to the camera. Wow, really?
Then the iPhones upload media directly to the wordpress media library for this site. We’re very modern.
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.