A large joyous beach life Groundhog Day Sawadee Khrap/Ka from Ko Lanta.
Unfortunately Punxsutawney Phil, the legendary official groundhog at the heart of proceedings, came out of his Gobblers Knob burrow and saw his shadow. So it is another six weeks of grey winter cold for you lot. Pittsburgh USA, Pennsylvania USA, Plymouth UK it is all the same.
No such problems for us in Koh Lanta. We have found what seems to be ground zero for travellers to meet, a really cool place reminiscent of Istanbul’s Pudding Shop. You share tables, food, drink and conversation with travellers from all over the world. That place is Aleena’s Minimart, with fantastic kitchen street food, cheap beer, meat, vegetarian and vegan menu and Mr Pad Thai (more on him in a moment).
We have settled in well and have been buzzing around the island on the trusty long term rental Honda Scooter. Slight play in one of the head bearings and a new tyre on an unbalanced wheel make for an interesting wobble at over 60 mph otherwise working well. The sunset from our balcony is pretty special, although sundowners is now shared between the Funky Fish and Ozone beach bar. Beach Groundhog Day is coming together.
To keep myself occupied I have set a Pad Thai mission. Who is the best on Lanta? At the moment it is the afore mentioned Mr Pad Thai, a qualified architect who knocks out a stunning chicken and egg number for 70 baht. “The next Wok is yours”. He then meticulously cleans the Wok before preparing your order with immense pride and detail . We have tried many, the Richard Cafe bamboo hut complex, (choice of 4), not nearly as good, although the chilli heat was exceptional, the price was 42p more…. I suppose you are paying for the view and in Sally’s case the mild plops that followed.
It has not all been plain sailing on Lanta. There have been a few memory issues regarding Sally being hormonally challenged, 5 mins up the road on the scooter announces “I think I have forgotten my crash helmet”.
Now, I have rather cleverly resolved this, with help from the Muslim Buddhist laundry lady. You see, the fresh smelling conditioner makes the underpants pass a slightly longer sniff test and this extra time has enabled me to sync, by way of a clever adaption using the three field crop rotation system to my changing routine, (obviously substituting days for years) with Sally’s patch change day. Simply when I change my underpants Sally changes her patch. This seems to be keeping a continual and steady flow of oestrogen with all being calm.
Although, I did think one must have fallen off the other night as she was unnecessarily rude about my toilet torch. I suppose I should not have had a condescending laugh when she stubbed her toe on the side of the bed. On my return to bed I find my pillows thrown on the floor landing in the sandy wet patch, (where she did not wipe her feet again), but on reading back I think this is just childish behaviour not hormone related.
Talking about hormones there was a huge surge of testosterone on my part. Once again trying to keep up with a fit sporty wife was the cause. Swimming, afraid I could not match her butterfly stroke into the sunset so it was 1-0 to the girls. Paddleboarding next. Once finished with the Jordan type flouncy camera angles ( I have to say though looking pretty good), Sally got with getting the power down through those shoulders, quite funny watching the young bucks who were trying so hard to keep up get totally smoked. Casually paddles back to the beach with admiring glances and compliments.
My turn, judging by the photos I think I may have got a little bit to intense, but with the pride of the Royal Marines at stake, 2-0 to the girls was not an option. In executing 4 full on sprints clawed it back to 1-1. Unfortunately the effort seems to have activated the haemorrhoid that surfaced in Chiang Mai 3 years ago. So I have to concede half a point. I guess that makes girls the winners.
The dogs volunteer thing is cracking on with a bit of a morning change in procedure, having us doing slightly less than expected. However, I would like to finish you off with a happy ending (but not what you would usually expect in Thailand)!
MOOKY, Oil poured on his head.
DUMBO, (Lola’s brother) survivor of being poisoned.
HARRY BLACK, a bit timid found in a Monastery, a popular place for dumping dogs.
These three have now been adopted, Harry to Finland the other two UK bound. I tried talking about moorland walks, rabbits and squirrel’s but all he wanted to do was chase crabs and swim.