We’ve been to two Thai beaches in the past two weeks: Phuket and Kho Samed. In both cases, we left school at 2:30 p.m. on a Friday afternoon and arrived at the resort around 7 p.m. We flew to Phuket. The journey to Kho Samed involved a three-hour bus ride followed by a 20-minute trip on a speedboat. (I was a bit scared on the speedboat as we sped through the inky darkness, exploding on our own waves. DP squeezed my hand and said I was doing fine.) Phuket was ridiculously posh. Kho Samed was lovely and rustic. I got sunburned in Phuket and in Kho Samed, I was far more cautious, covering up on Saturday and applying sun block more liberally. In Phuket we dined in an old colonial mansion where a waiter laid starched linen napkins across our laps. In Kho Samed, we ate enchilladas at a long table on the beach, my flip flops discarded and my toes burrowed deep into the cool sand. Strung from tree branches above us, coloured lights swayed gently in the breeze as we played “Connect 4” and “Jenga” at the dinner table.
Both weekends were perfect in their own salty-sweet way.
I was not born a beach person. I am not concerned with issues like an even tan. I most like the beach late at night and early in the morning. Or in the rain. I love the sound of the waves kissing the sand… and the sometimes crashing of sea against shore, that loud insistent way that the sea makes itself known. I love the smell of salt water and the reflection of the moon on the sea. I like my beaches quiet. Calm.
The beach is going to be an important character in the story of our Bangkok lives. We work hard here… and we will need the escape. I took my computer to neither beach. Those who know me will marvel at my new level of unplugged-ness but it’s helpful right now as we try to find a balance between work and play, land and sea.
I’ve started taking some photos again after a brief summer hiatus and, over the next couple of weeks, I’ll be posting some beach shots. Bringing the beach to you.