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Ko Tao

Written on: Tuesday February 26th, 2008

A journal entry from: Around The World Without A Plane

The boat was only an hour and a half to Ko Tao, a smaller island north of Ko Phangan renowned for its scuba diving. Kara had already managed to reserve a spot at the New Heaven Resort at the south of the island in Hat Sai Daeng, so the resort had arranged for somebody to pick us up and taxi us down. The resort was idyllic, quite far from the main area of the island, with it?s own private beach in a palm tree packed area. What could have been more romantic.

 

The only problem was that because of its location, far from anything else, they could charge what they wanted for their services such as laundry and internet, and if you needed it people had no choice but to use it. Once we were there they also began charging us extortionately to taxi us to town and back, again knowing we had no choice but to pay. It was a beautiful place to stay, but we decided to move after a couple of days, took up with lazing on the beach and a spot of crazy golf. We went back north to the main drag in Ko Tao on Hat Sai Ree beach.

 

We again had a beautiful bungalow and a nice spot within the centre of town to wander around, shop and decide what direction to go to next. Martin, Danny, Wilhelm and Mia had arrived in Ko Tao the day previous and Martin and Danny had arranged with me to get in a spot of diving before we all go our separate ways again. I booked up with the same school that Mia was doing her Open Water qualification with and because of this was afforded cheap accommodation the next day when Kara left for the Thai west coast and I joined the Swedish contingent.

 

That afternoon I headed out with Martin and Danny and did a couple of dives off the island?s coastline. The first wasn?t so enjoyable, one, there wasn?t an awful lot to see, and two, my mask kept on filling up with water, so that every 20 seconds or so I kept having to clear it. After a while my eyes were agonising because of the salt water. I simply tightened the strap though and the second dive was much better in all aspects, with my mask not filling up and the sighting of some excellent, colourful fish and a moray eel.

 

Bidding Kara farewell that evening I was meaning to meet back up with the Swedes and grab some dinner, but instead who was I to bump in to again but good old Steve Trainer. We ate some food and caught up, watched a movie, then got embroiled in an excellent live band playing in one of the bars. Before we knew it we were on the tables with everybody else dancing away to the wails of the Killers and the Kaiser Chiefs. A respectable way to spend my last night on the islands.