On the islands of the West coast of Thailand, sunsets are a quiet reminder that time is actually still passing despite the slow pace of your day. There were some really spectacular views over the ocean, as if the sun was bleeding into the water. We got lucky with really good weather, cloudy and sunny with morning or midnight showers. It’s never easy to leave paradise.
Not all the sand was so coarse. Phuket’s beaches were so fine they made a squeak when you walked.
This is one of our favorite sunset pictures together.
Our only beachside hotel was here in Phuket. We swam in the rain and ran home wet in bathing suits receiving stares from the locals in jackets and boots.
And of course, this lovely little cat who followed us all the way up our extremely steep stairs to hang out with us.
There were a few places with this name on the island, but the only one open during low season was close to the main town of Saladan. It was raining and we ducked inside, hungry as usual. It’s big and cozy, seems to be family run and has a few cute cats wandering about underfoot.
This was the “meatball” sandwich. Technically they are correct, but it’s not what I was expecting. Nevertheless, very delicious.
Gotta get your veggies in there.
White or Yellow noodles, you can’t go wrong. Both were balanced and clean.
This place was an eating highlight of a quiet, wonderful island.
After an awesome day at Blue Moon Bar on Klong Nin Beach in Koh Lanta drinking, bodyboarding, playing football and frisbee and tanning, we had worked up an appetite. Nearby the smell of grilled foods brought us toward the grill almost floating like Bugs Bunny when he smelled a carrot. We got a full salted and peppered snapper, some curry and two big tiger prawns that tasted like lobster. Corn in Asia is never very good, but everything else was delightful. The ocean waves gently crashing, sand under our feet and bellies full, we hopped on the scooter and took the slow ride home through cool jungle air.
As the sun was setting, I heard a rustling like someone shaking shells in their hand. The sand behind me seemed to be moving. The tide-line was literally crawling with life. The little crabs were going about their business investigating around the rubbish searching for clams or snails. They would leap into their homes if you approached but reappeared, claw first, if you picked them up.
It was a deserted beach during low season, (May-October) but very interesting to see the variety of shells they used. None were bigger than your thumb. There were also these two island dogs doing some hunting at low tide.