64 km

We rode over gentle rolling hills all day today, with just a couple of short, steeper climbs. At around 15 km we stopped at a lookout, and ended up chatting with a guy from Malaysia who drove up in his Lotus. He had a huge bunch of small, local bananas that he shared with us and a guy who was traveling on a scooter with his small boy. After we talked for a while, he left the rest of the bananas with us, “You guys need them more than I do!” and then vroomed off in his little car. Less than a kilometer down the hill we came to a waterfall that would probably be spectacular in the rainy season, but which was pretty and sounded cool and refreshing (though we didn’t take a dip).

About a kilometer before Kraburi on the right side of the road we saw a couple of places to check out, one signed as “Bungalows” and another resort, though I can’t remember the name. We checked out the resort first, and saw very cute bungalows with fans for 350 baht. They were built and decorated in all kinds of materials like broken tiles of different colors, bottles, rocks. These were really cute. But, as is our habit, we had to check out at least the other place we’d seen, just about 50 meters back. This place also had nice little bungalows, though not as cute and not quite as new, but for only 250 baht. For us, they were really the same functionally, and because we’re trying to travel at least another year without going back to work full time, we take the cheaper one.

We rode into town, just over a kilometer, and found a great dinner of pad thai and some yummy desserts on a corner with several food stalls. Cheap and yummy!

OK, this slimy dessert was maybe not so yummy. It was sweet and very salty, and reminded me too much of something one generally expels rather than ingests.

We got back to the bungalow ready to shower and relax for the evening. I was getting in the shower when we heard girls outside, giggling, saying, “Hello, excuse me!” We didn’t know who they were talking to, but they sounded like they were outside our door. Finally, they knocked. Dave answered, wearing only his bike shorts as he was soon headed to the shower himself, and they asked him if we were going to have breakfast. He said, “Well, what do you have?” and they giggled and ran off. Dave decided he better put a shirt on. A minute later a woman comes up to the door and asked him if he remembered her. He knew he recognized her, but couldn’t place her right away. She said, “You don’t remember me. I remember you but you don’t remember me. I saw you in Ranong a few days ago on your bikes.” And then he remembered.

Just as we were heading into Ranong we took a wrong turn and were stopped at a light trying to figure out which way to go. This woman pulls up and starts talking excitedly to us from a pickup truck, saying something about wanting to tell us all about her resort somewhere else and some other things, but we couldn’t really understand or hear her well, with all the trucks and everything, and we really just wanted to get oriented so we could find our way downtown. So finally we asked her where a certain bank was which was on our little guidebook map, and she pointed straight ahead and then the light turned green and the driver went on. That turned out to be completely wrong. We did get ourselves oriented without too much trouble, but that didn’t help any.

So here this woman is, speaking to Dave in a deep, agitated voice, and she asks Dave why we didn’t stay at the other bungalow. Dave said, “Well, it was 350 baht and this was 250 so we chose this one,” and the woman says something about how “No, you didn’t understand. She said it was discounted to 250. Ours are nicer and newer than these.” But Dave and I both know the woman who showed us the other bungalows clearly said 350 for fan, 500 for air-con.

The woman at the door then wants to know if we want breakfast in the morning. Dave said, “Where? Here or over there?” and she said she’d deliver. Then he asked what she had, and she said coffee, toast and fried egg for 90 baht each. Western style breakfasts are typically overpriced and too small for our cycling appetites. But it’s not just that, this woman is weirding us out and we have no desire to spend any more time with her. Dave pokes his head in and asks if we want breakfast delivered, and I said, (just loud enough for her to overhear through the window) “No, we have plenty of food right here, we don’t need breakfast.” And Dave let her know we were not interested. She left in a huff.

We decided the visa run was enough for one day. Dave has been doing some contract engineering work while we’ve been here, and he’s happy to work on the technical writing a bit more before we leave.

We took a longtail boat ride to burma, got our passport stamped and a new visa for Thailand, then came back. An easy, three hour process from door to door.

We first took a songtaew (pickup taxi with benches along each side and a canopy covering) to Thai immigration for our exit stamp. Then a motor scooter ride to the boat dock that was included in the price of the longtail boat (400 baht r/t). We walked back to Thai immigration from the dock (15 minutes) and got our passports stamped. Then a songtaew ride back to the guesthouse. We took a truck labeled with route “4” to get there, and the “3” to get back. The driver will let you know when you’re near.

Ditto yesterday.

(We’re feeling better.)

Tomorrow we will probably do a quick visa run to the Burma (Myanmar) border, then head on to the next town to make our way to the East coast.

Sleep, eat, internet. Repeat.

62 km

Today neither of us felt good. I think we must both have a virus, since we share the same symptoms after a full week, and Dave took a course of antibiotics in that time. We must have picked it up on the dive boat, which we shared with about 40 other people for two full days. That, combined with the stress on the sinuses and ears of pressurizing so many times over the 4-day dive course must have cinched it.

There’s not much to say about today, as I was in a mental fog the entire day, tired and grumpy. Bike touring is no fun feeling this way. We are going to take a day or two more off here in Ranong and hopefully kick this.

The owner of the Wassana Guest House in Hat Bang Ben recommended the Suta House in Ranong, and we are glad for the tip. It’s a nice, clean place with a variety of inexpensive air-con rooms.

We decided to stay here a day and catch up with ourselves and try to get rid of these nasty colds. We slept in, read, did various maintenance on bikes and stuff, then walked to the beach to swim. The water was really warm, and soon after getting out to walk back we were just as hot as when we’d left. We had another delicious dinner at the resort and spent the evening reading and writing for the website.

88 km

Today’s ride was easy and flat, though hot and sticky. Along the way we’d planned to ride off the highway to check out Khong Nakha Wildlife Sanctuary. Maybe we could see some wild(ish) animals!

We started seeing signs to the sanctuary & national park several kilometers ahead. When we got to the turn we hoped it wouldn’t be too far off the road, as they never really gave that info and the map can never be trusted.

We rolled through a lovely manicured forest for maybe a couple of kilometers before seeing the entrance. There was no one at the entrance so we rolled on by. There were several neat buildings to the left and to the right, all signed in Thai, but no one was around any of them. Then we saw a building marked in English as well, “Tour Center”. But it, too, was empty–both of people and anything else. Huh. We slowed and looked all around, only seeing one guy at a table under the shade of a maintenance shack or something. He didn’t offer any help, didn’t even look up from whatever he was doing. So we did as anyone else would do in our situation: stop and eat. It makes everything better. After lunch we decided to just ride a bit further, see if we could find the nature trail mentioned on one of the signs on the main road. But at the end of the road there was only a trail that looked like we might need a machete to whack our way through the jungle. There were a couple of bungalows there, probably for people working there. We heard a TV and saw three scooters parked outside, but even with our confused wandering and talking, no one came out to help us. So we left.

We knew to head past Kapoe to Hat Bang Ben near Laem Son National Park this afternoon because of the Dutch woman we met a couple of days ago on the road. She had heard of it because lots of Dutch people stay there, especially cyclists, and it’s run by a Dutch/Thai couple. This is another bit of heaven for cyclists, or anyone, who enjoys nice bungalows in a very friendly environment. It’s quiet here, even though it is high tourist season. This beach is still not “on the map” yet and I guess most people just pass it by. There are only two guest houses here.

After unloading our gear, we cycled out to the jetty. This was one of the areas hit hard by the 2004 Tsunami, and we kept seeing signs warning us that we’re in a Tsunami Hazard Zone, and other signs showing the way to the Tsunami Evacuation Route. Wow. We kept looking at this beautiful place and wondering what it must have been like.

Hat Bang Ben, from the road to the jetty.

We rode back and ate dinner at the resort, a delicious vegetable and seafood curry and an Indonesian vegetarian dish. Later, we looked through the photo album showing the devastating effects and the rebuilding process that our guest house owner had in the restaurant. Evidently, the native trees protected by the near by national park kept this entire village from being completely wiped out.

We started thinking about taking a rest day here tomorrow.

72km

We slept in a little this morning. While it was nice to get some extra sleep, neither of us felt sick enough to lie around all day, so we got up and prepared to head out.

We went downstairs to get coffee in the lobby and eat the fruit we bought the night before. We rolled out of town mid-morning and enjoyed rolling hills and green mountains on our right as we made our way North. If was hot, but when we’re moving along we get a good breeze. Except when we’re slowly climbing a hill. Dave is nice enough to wait for me before we zoom down the hill together.

Buddha lives at the top of each hill

In the afternoon we decide to turn off toward Si Phang-nga National Park to see what there is to see. After about 5 km we find the entrance, and the park service employee lets us examine the map before we pay an entrance fee of 100 baht for each of us (just over $3). There looks to be a nice waterfall that has a pool that’s “nice for swimming” that we can walk to, and a small restaurant where we can have a late lunch. We pay and ride in.

We ate lunch first, some noodles and spicy papaya salad, then rode to the end of the road to the trail. A young man tries to sell us bags of fish food, and we shortly see the stream full of fish waiting at the surface for that food. Disappointed, they are. But fat. I’m sure they’re not starving. After a short walk we see a beautiful waterfall and a pool full of fish. They’re fat here too, waiting expectantly for more food. They’re surprised to find us jump in instead. The water is cool and feels incredibly refreshing on this hot afternoon. After a short swim we feel ready to get back on the bikes and head down the road. So we do.

We roll over a few hills and then start a steeper climb just as it starts to rain. It feels great to us, as it’s been hot and humid all day. But it must seem terrible to the locals, a couple of whom stop and offer us rides in their pickups. I almost say yes just to make them feel better because they want to help so badly, but this is the best part of the day so far. As we inch our way up the pass the rain cools us and it releases even more fresh jungle smells. Before we know it we’re over the top and sailing down toward the town of Khuraburi.

A couple of kilometers before town we see the Khuraburi Inn-see. We’d seen signs about this place back on the roadside. Out in front they had about a hundred tables dressed in red table cloths and a big stage set up with rows of speakers. Dave thought maybe they were preparing for a wedding or something. As we were paused on the roadside looking at the place a couple of people called to us asking us to come on in and take a look. We thought we should, they were so friendly. We walked our bikes through the maze of tables and talked with a woman in a beautiful blue sparkling dress who turned out to be the owner, Deekarat Preechaharn. What we found is that they were celebrating their grand opening this evening. I asked how much the rooms were and she said 800 baht. I knew when we approached it was too expensive for us on our intended budget. We said we’d probably have to look elsewhere as it’s above our budget. She asked how much we could spend, and I said we usually try to stay at 400 or under, with a shrug that said, “Sorry!” But she smiled and after a short pause said, “Then I make this a present to you. Please join us tonight, you can pay 400.” I couldn’t believe it! How wonderful! Dave and I looked at each other and smiled. We took a quick look at a room near the front and it looked great, but Dave was a quick thinker and asked if there was something near the back, remembering the big row of speakers out front.

Ms. Preechaharn then asked us to please join them for dinner out front, if we had the time, as they would love to have us. A short while after we brought our gear inside there was a knock at the door. They found the guest register and asked us to sign in. Dave came back in and said we were on line #1.

After showering and washing clothes and such we dressed and headed out front. In that amount of time the entire parking lot with all those tables was full of people talking and laughing and eating. There was an emcee running a complete show of singers and dancers.

Our hostess spotted us as we came out and showed us to a table, then sat down with us to talk briefly as platter after platter of food was brought to us just as it was to every other table. Soon after the food arrived she had to leave to say something on stage, and then fireworks started blasting up into the night sky, lighting the whole area with bursts of color. It was hilarious and fun and we had a total blast eating this wonderful food, watching Thai singing and dancing, and seeing locals from the town enjoy a festive evening. We kept laughing and looking at each other, wondering at our amazing luck.

The rooms were spotless and new and well furnished. The bed was incredibly comfortable. The air conditioner rocked. I thought it was quite nice for 800 baht per night. In the morning at breakfast we spoke with the owner a bit more and found out that normal room rates are 1200 baht per night, so her original quote of 800 the night before must have been a special for opening night. Once again we couldn’t believe our luck.

Lesson learned: never pass up accommodation with dressed up tables and a stage out front because if you stop and look you might be invited to a party, or a wedding, or something fun like that.

94 km

Winding our way up a small pass on road 4, we met a German coming down on a folding bike. We stopped and talked with him, and he urged us to continue on this road down to Phang-nga, where he was staying. He’d left his panniers there so he could do a loop in the mountains unloaded, and said it was a great town. But it was only about 11:30 and Phang-nga was about 15 minutes away to the South. We were in the groove and wanted to continue going North to Thung Kha Ngok at least, so we continued on.

I had wanted to take it easy on my knees today, build mileage back up gradually after taking time off to dive back at Ao Nang. I’d looked at the map and picked a couple of places we should aim for, thinking one of them would feel like the right distance and have a guest house.

When we got to the first town, Thung Kha Ngok, it was too small for a guest house. We looked anyway, and then decided to move on. No big deal, Kapong is just down the road a while.

At Kapong, a major dot on the map, we headed off the highway feeling confident we could end the day here. I was tired after climbing a little today and not yet used to being back on the bike after enjoying the weightlessness of diving. But we asked about a guest house, bungalow, or hotel–you’ve got to use all the buzzwords or you’ll get a no when there is accommodation nearby–and people kept saying no and shooing us down the road to Takuapa. “How many kilometers?” we asked, and got various answers. Our map was proving to be quite random on distance for these back roads.

Just past town we saw a Police Box. Yes, you read that right. We’d been seeing these one-room little buildings by the side of the road in small towns. They’ve got Thai signs, but always in English, nice and big, they’re labeled POLICE BOX. We stopped to ask one last time, even using the phrase book and asking about camping. The uniformed policeman didn’t speak a word of English, and was rolling on and on in Thai and making gestures in all directions. We got the idea that there was no accommodation anywhere nearby, including camping, and that we should continue 30 more kilometers to Takuapa. 30? But the thing I noticed, as he was furiously drawing us a map in my notebook (we thought he might be saying something about camping in response to our phrase book efforts) was that he was drunk. 4:30 in the afternoon and the Police Box officer on duty was drunk. This was one hand-drawn map we would not be using.

We decided we better book it if we were to have enough daylight to make it because we didn’t know how hilly it would be and we’d been slow today. As we got to the highway again a sign confirmed, “Takuapa 32 km.” Later, another sign said 13 km.

A few kilometers further there was a turn and a sign for Takuapa. Dave stopped to check his map to make sure we weren’t taking some random back road. As we were stopped, a smiling local rolled up to us on his scooter and asked where we were headed. When we said Takuapa, he nodded confidently and said, “Oh, just maybe seven kilometers,” and pointed down the turn-off. He also confirmed that there was a hotel in the town. And seven kilometers later, we slid into Takuapa.

What I had planned as a 50-60 km day turned into over 90. That’s not exactly an epic day, but it was more than we planned. What made it a little worse is that Dave and I are both fighting colds that we picked up while diving, and Dave’s was turning into a sinus infection.

The lesson learned today was this: don’t pass up easy accommodation unless you’re prepared to bike a lot longer than you want in order to find it again.

66 km

We said goodbye to the friends we’d made at the Laughing Gecko last night and this morning, including Swedish Kirk (I think I’ve got it right), who does both sea kayak and bike tours and has a wonderful joyful laugh, to Sven, an avid mountain biker German who spends his winters traveling, to a German couple, Rinatta and Clemons, who were such a delight to spend some of the evenings visiting with and with whom we shared a concern for the environment and a hope for its future. These were priceless days on the quiet end of Ao Nang, away from the scuttle of the tourists and their sun-fried bellies.

Clemons took a picture of us in front of our Laughing Gecko bungalow. Anyone notice anything missing on Dave’s face? He had to shave his beard to get his diving mask to work properly.

We headed out via some back roads that Dave found on the Krabi Province tourist map. It showed great detail. We enjoyed the quiet jungle and plantation setting as we rolled over the small hills. As often happens when we near an intersection, a local called out, pointing the way we were heading and making the Thai motion for, variously, no/bad/can’t/don’t/isn’t. That is, he held out his hand, thumb-side up and twisted his wrist back and forth, a motion American’s might make for so-so if they kept their hand horizontal. So, we stopped and heard him out, in all his Thai politeness but not understanding a word he said. We smiled. We nodded. Dave pointed to our location on the map, which of course did nothing, as usual. He kept repeating things with bits of English dropped in, like “No boxing, no boxing!” We had no clue. So, after we smiled and nodded some more, and shrugged our shoulders, and waited for him to leave, we continued on our way. We’d been really enjoying these lovely back roads. We’d been told by locals before not to go this way or that, simply because they were quiet roads and, what if something happened? No one there to help! We’ve gotten used to ignoring certain warnings.

About 500 meters down the road we saw a huge sign in English: “DEAD END.”

But we still have no idea what “no boxing” means.

After getting a room at the PN Guest House, we unloaded our bikes and hopped back on to ride 2 km to Than Bok Khorani National Park. It’s got to be one of the smallest of Thailand’s 100+ national parks. But the jungle-covered limestone cliff harbored a waterfall, Buddha’s Footprint Cave, travertine pools, and paths wandering through native bushes, vines and trees–plenty for us to enjoy in the hour and a half we had before closing time. We saw only a handful of other people, and it felt as if we were miles from the road.

We returned to town and ate at a restaurant called “79”, where for 79 baht you get a buffet with seafood, meats, and all kinds of vegetables and sauces which you then put in the hot pot or grill sitting on your table. It’s the perfect choice for a language-challenged vegetarian with MSG allergies. And I liked it too.