A Restful Break At The Banyan Tree Spa Sanctuary, Phuket Laguna, 11 To 21 February 2017

Our villa’s pool and spa sala, with a view of the Laguna beyond

Institutionalization…in a good way

Our original idea for this relaxation break holiday was perhaps to go to an Ayurvedic place, where we could have a healthy, restful and reasonably private retreat. But on exploring the options, we couldn’t find such a place with tennis courts, nor could we find an Ayurvedic place that would let us eat and drink like normal people.

So this choice, the Banyan Tree Spa Sanctuary in Phuket, seemed like an excellent compromise. Several tennis courts, several restaurants, our own pool villa and massage treatments thrown in as part of the deal.

The photos are up on Flickr now, at least in their raw form – mostly birds, poolside shots and us eating – click here.

We booked through Healing Holidays – Karen Nyoni looked after us very nicely there – final itinerary – click here.

Sounds like bliss…was bliss.

We did end up working up our own sort-of routine, to such an extent that we have both become a bit institutionalized after nine whole days of it; but that is institutionalized in a good way.

Here is a description of a regular day, which was pretty much all of them.

We’d rise quite early (it gets light around 6:15/6:30) and take some coffee and fruit before playing tennis 8:00 to 9:00. Three excellent courts; our court was one of two AstroTurf (other brands of false grass are available) courts, very bouncy, very true. I’ll go into the tennis a bit more later.

Then back to our villa to shower and get ready for a late breakfast; we’d get down around 9:45/10:00; breakfast stops serving at 10:30, so that’s plenty of time to chow down. I’ll describe the breakfast in more detail later too.

Again back to the villa where we would probably find our cleaner, Jeap, still doing sterling work on our place, but she’d mostly be done. Then we’d have our villa to ourselves for several hours, during which time we’d read, sunbathe, swim, jacuzz, and/or possibly hide from the sun a while, possibly steam. Sometimes I gave the uke a go in this earlier part of the day. I had a good swim each day; 40 “lengths” which really meant 20 lengths and 20 diagonals, or put another way 10 circuits – probably the equivalent of about 25 lengths of my bodyworkswest club pool.

At 16:00 every day we had massage, together, in our massage sala at the end of the garden, which was an amazing luxury. Initially we tried different masseuses each day, but on day six we both had exceptionally good massages and the young women, Guitar and Nan, seemed to work especially well together as a team. (Almost all the Thai staff take an English name or nickname, some quite strange words as names to our ears. One was known as August; one was known as Peach.) Anyway, we arranged for Guitar (Janie) and Nan (me) to look after us for the rest of our stay, which seemed to please those two (who indeed are good friends) as much as it pleased us.

The treatment was 90 minutes, including a pre massage footbath ritual and a post massage relaxation with fruit and ginger tea.

We’d then enjoy the last of the light, perhaps on the terrace or from the villa, before enjoying the early part of the evening before dinner. Benjy the baritone ukulele often got his slot in that period.

Then shower again and dress for dinner. I describe the meals later in the piece too.

When we got back to our room after dinner, the evening service will have cleaned and tidied up pretty efficiently. Not only that, but each night they left a little present (mostly gimcrack to be honest) and a little treat, such as honey pots for steam cleansing or some kaffir lime and salts scrubs for the outside bath or some special relaxing tea for a bedtime drink. Janie particularly liked the night that they changed all the sheets and pillow cases into satin ones and put candles all around the bedroom. They also bedecked Tom-Tom and Ditsy-Dot, much to their delight.

Tom-Tom and Ditsy-Dot Being Spoiled, Our Lily Pond Beyond

I read several good books on this break; The Noise of Time by Julian Barnes, Narziss & Goldmund by Herman Hesse and The Mill On The Floss by George Elliot. I also skimmed Sphere of Influence by Gideon Haigh, triggering an infeasibly rapidly published piece on the King Cricket site – click here – published there while we were still on our way home.

Night of the Iguana

We had specially requested one of a handful of recommended villas, one of which we got, 212. The next villa, 211, also on our list, had a tree/sewer problem when we first arrived and the couple in there had been relocated while the problem was fixed. The staff kept apologising to us for the noise, but in truth it was mostly so far away and short-lived we barely noticed.

Then by chance we were asked to share a buggy back to our villa on the fourth evening (strangely the only time we were asked to share throughout our stay) and we meet the nice German couple from 211 who have just moved back into their villa. The Frau asks if we have seen the iguana (by which she surely meant monitor lizard) which had been appearing in their garden since they returned. Naturally, Daisy wants to keep up with the Schmits and spends hours looking out for the iguana/monitor lizard the next day…and thereafter…all to no avail.

The GM of the hotel, Sriram Kailasam, came to see us at breakfast on our penultimate full day, so naturally Daisy complained about the absence of a monitor lizard in our garden. After all, 211 had seen one and our villas are supposed to have equivalent benefits.

The GM said that he had received complaints about the monitor lizards before, but always previously about their presence, not their absence. Indeed, he told us that one client could not be convinced that he hadn’t seen a crocodile.

Well, perhaps the GM fixed it for us, because on the very last day, ever so briefly, Monty The Monitor Lizard popped in to say hello and goodbye. He didn’t stay long enough for a photo, but that’s monitor lizards for you.

Wild life in our villa

Despite the rarity of the lizard visits, there was an abundance of wild life in our garden, especially frogs in our divine lily pond and a great many birds – some in search of the frogs, we feared.

I particularly liked one frog who seemed to wait up for us on the patio step and then do a performing leap when we got back from dinner. Janie saw him many times; I only cottoned on to him towards the end of our stay. But the amphibians, like the reptiles, seemed to have ticked a box for no publicity in the photo department.

Still, I’ll do a photo and video gallery of the bird life in our garden and the surrounding trees separately, hopefully in the coming days. For now, here is a link to the raw photo album on Flickr, one example photo…

Major Myna In Search Of Bugs

…plus a little list, in increasing rarity of visit order:

  • myna bird
  • zebra dove
  • greater coucal
  • blue kingfisher
  • swallow
  • striated heron
  • carrion crow
  • grey heron

Eating – Breakfast

The breakfast is an extraordinary spread. We saw some folk chowing down on vast quantities. We ate well in the morning without going mad.

There was always a juice of the day and we usually tried it. It would tend to be something like “pineapple and mint” or “pineapple, orange and strawberry”, but occasionally would be something too weird like “beetroot and carrot”. There were dozens of juices to choose from each day.

Janie would always make up a plate of tropical fruit for us to share. We’d pretty much always have the signature Bircher Muesli or a yogurt each.

I liked the noodle soup as a main, steering away from the traditional bacon, sausage etc. stuff of which there was loads. I soon tired of the fish, shrimp, chicken and beef balls, but picked up on Janie’s point when she said that she preferred noodle soups with slices of meat. Realising that there was always some sort of chicken or pork dish available (intended for rice, hash browns or fried noodles) I took to picking up a few slices (and some of its gravy) and thus enhancing a noodle soup which I had made up with just noodles and vegetables. Delight.

Janie soon migrated to the meat dishes with some rice or fried noodle and away from the soup altogether.

Eating – Dinners Chronology

First night – Thai food in the Saffron restaurant. Tried signature dishes, i.e. satays and fish cakes to start and a prawn pad thai noodle dish. Highlight though was a curried pork (crispy belly). As much rice as you like, choosing from four kinds in this restaurant. Also some nice rice cracker/thai papadom-type things, some sorbet between courses and little petits-fours at the end of the meal. A fruity Riesling to go with it. Excellent food – we’ll eat here several times I’m sure.

Second night – we fancied just simple food tonight so opted for a bar meal of crudites and wagyu burgers. Washed down with some Marquis de Riscal red (perhaps not so well suited to this climate). Slightly comedy (or tragedy) service for this simple meal in a very quiet bar, but a very nice duo playing and singing pleasant songs made up for it.

Third night – again avoiding the main restaurant buffet, we reverted to the Saffron for another splendid Thai meal. We ordered less this time having learnt our lesson the other night. A shrimp starter to share, followed by a peppered pork ribs dish and a duck curry, plus a plate of morning glory in oyster and garlic sauce. Some more of that fruity Riesling. All very delicious.

Fourth night – with the buffet shifted to the Thai restaurant tonight, we thought we’d shift to the main Waterfront restaurant. We opted for a simple meal of fried calamari to share, followed by grilled white snapper and mash (Daisy), seafood pasta (me) and  spinach to share. Switched to a very flavoursome Sauvignon Blanc for the European food. Good meal.

Fifth night – we felt obliged to try one buffet, opting for the seafood one which is more in the style of a barbecue. Tried a few different things, including sushi, a seafood soup and then the barbecued shrimp, lobster and snapper. I also tried a little seafood and spinach lasagna – a bit bland compared with the pasta of the previous evening; indeed all of the food might be described as such in truth. Daisy tried a variety of deserts which didn’t please her all that much, apart from the ice cream and some home made chocolates. I made a small desert of just those highlights. I opted for the Sauvignon Blanc while Daisy opted for the Riesling that night. Great to try the variety of food the once, but the experience confirmed our view that we prefer to choose our own dishes and focus on a smaller quantity of finer food.

Sixth night – Saffron restaurant again. Mix up with our table resolved without pain and suffering. We tried signature dishes of sea bass with a light sweet chilli sauce and a barbecued chicken with a sort-of curry sauce (unexpectedly dry), preceded by a shrimp ball thing with a sweet chilli dip. Riesling for both of us. The least inspired of our Saffron meals so far, the dishes sounding more interesting than they proved to be.

Seventh night – Tre restaurant – right on the other side of the estate beyond the golf course where the double pool villas lie. We took a buggy to and from this one (normally we walk to the restaurant and merely buggy home). Really posh nosh, this restaurant. Lovely aspect too. The chef is mad on mushrooms and truffle oil, almost to a fault. We shared a starter of cheesy stuffed pasta with frothy cheesy sauce, followed by a halibut with langoustine dish for me and a very fancy chicken dish for Daisy. Pomme puree and a very fancy-pants salad to go with. Even more than the other restaurants we got lots of amuse-bouche and little extras action, including petits-fours even though we had no desert, no coffee and indeed barely room even for the delicate little sweets.

Eighth night – back to Saffron restaurant to try a slow cooked longhorn beef dish which closely resembled my “famous” Guangdongese braised beef dish, except this was with tenderloin rather than brisket. We also had the pork belly curry again which was again excellent. We started with a rather yummy prawn and green papaya salad to share. That Riesling is a perfect food match with this type of food so we stuck to it.

Ninth night – back to Tre. Janie loved the pasta starter so much last time we had it again. For mains, Janie had a John Dory dish with brioche and basque-style trimmings which looked spectacular. I had a sea bass dish with a herb thingie, which looked less inspiring but was equal to or even exceeded Janie’s John Dory. Riesling for Janie, Sauvignon Blanc for me.

Tenth night – back to Saffron for a reprise of some of our favourites; the satay starter, the duck curry, morning glory and the slow cooked pork ribs. The chef came out to see us for a chat; he didn’t seem the type to chat much, not in English anyway, but I think the GM tipped him off that we had been full of praise for his cooking. That Riesling for the last time, just a couple of glasses.

Weather forecasts in/for Phuket

We subsisted in unwarranted fear of poor weather for most of our stay, mostly because we looked at weather forecasts and thought we understood what they meant. What we hadn’t factored in was the very different use of symbols for Phuket compared with home. This difference seems to apply to any weather website, even “our own” such as the Met Office or the BBC. For example, this rain symbol…

…which was showing for several of our days, for Phuket seems to mean, “perhaps there’ll be a passing shower at some point in the day…or perhaps not, probably not, to be honest”, whereas for the UK that symbol would mean, “relentless gloom, at best dank, at worst bucketing down, guaranteed for the whole day.”

Again, several days showed this symbol…

…which for Phuket seems to mean, “perhaps there’ll be a passing thunderstorm at some stage today, but probably it will just be nice and sunny all day, just like it was yesterday and indeed almost every day”, whereas for the UK that symbol would mean, “SEVERE WEATHER WARNING: THUNDER AND LIGHTNING DANGER. DO NOT LEAVE HOME UNLESS IT IS ABSOLUTELY ESSENTIAL OR YOU WORK FOR EMERGENCY SERVICES.”

Tennis

Daisy picked up a rather untimely back injury just before we set off, so we were in some doubt whether she would be able to play. But we are pretty sure it is a piriformis strain, so stretching with due care on the tennis court, swimming and massage are a good prescription for this particular injury.

We had some good battles on the bouncy, skiddy AstroTurf surface provided. Most days we saw little if any other tennis activity. But as misfortune would have it, Day Two was a bit of a fiasco, as we got to the courts really late and suddenly the courts were packed. On the stroke of nine (indeed Janie swears they marched on early) a European couple turned up for our court, so that was that.

Day four, when I am one point away from a rare victory, the same European pair turn up about 8:45. Determined to send the message that we want our court for the full hour, I proceeded to “lose” several points, indeed a couple of games and take enough breaks between games to get close to the hour. Why this pair didn’t use another court is a mystery (I thought they might be German people, but later thought I heard them talking Italian). Anyway, they hung around obediently waiting for our court. Cometh the hour, I thought Janie might steal a draw as a result of my diversion, but I managed to finish the match off successfully at one minute to nine.

That was a rare win for me on Day Four. Forgetting the abandoned Day Two match, we played eight, of which Daisy won three, I won three and we drew twice. I found it very hard work on that surface, whereas it really suited Janie’s precision, skiddy style of play. I think she’d roll up a strip of that AstroTurf and take it with her everywhere if it were possible to do that. Mercifully it is not.

Outbound Journey, 11 February 2017

We whizzed through Heathrow Terminal 2 so had plenty of time to relax in the Air Canada lounge – we were flying Eva (a Taiwanese Airline) on an excellent Club deal.

It was a pleasant enough flight – we had pre-chosen our grub from an enhanced menu for those who pre-choose, so had a lobster tail and fish in a creamy sauce with mash – very nice. Also a rather interesting fish tortellini as our snack meal. Lie-downable seats meant that we both got a reasonable amount of sleep on the flight too.

The transfer at Bangkok and the short flight to Phuket was a bit of a rude awakening after the relative peace and luxury of the Eva flight. The business of going though immigration on arrival reminded me of our previous visit to Thailand in 2001; not by similarity but by contrast. On this occasion, the airport was heaving with people and we queued for what seemed like an eternity. Our previous “immigration” by road from Laos was a sleepy, deserted border post – so deserted early in the morning we had to break the border to get in to Thailand and had a devil of a job explaining ourselves on exit.

The short internal flight was a packed, smelly noisy plane; the mechanical noises from the undercarriage were positively alarming. In particular, the big Russian “gentleman” with Soviet-style territorial ambitions sitting next to me was no fun. Then the chaos of Phuket airport on exit – somehow we did manage to find our agent’s courier (“Coco The Clown”, I named him) and off we went in the direction of tranquillity.

We got to the Banyan Tree around 21:00, which just about gave us time for some basic orientation, transfer to our lovely spa pool villa and back to the main hotel Saffron restaurant for a delicious Thai meal before bed.

Return Journey, 22 February 2017

I shall write up the return journey separately in the coming days, as I think the world needs some time to get used to the idea of seeing photographs of me looking like Kung Fu Panda at 30,000 feet.

Cambodia Laos and Thailand, Placeholder and Links, 4 February to 27 February 2001

We had a wonderful trip touring Cambodia, Laos and then resting in Thailand in February 2001.

The photo albums on Flickr for this trip are divided into five albums, each with 60 to 100 photos (digitised from negatives). Each photo has a narrative, so this can be viewed as a photo journal of the trip. Each album has a click-through link below:

The itinerary and Steppes East itinerary/resources for this trip are uploaded and can be clicked through below:

Steppes Itinerary Cambodia Laos & Thailand February 2001

Steppes Contacts and Voucher Cambodia Laos & Thailand February 2001

Steppes Covering Letter 29 January 2001

I kept a written log on this trip, as I have done for almost all of my overseas travel. Anyone keen to try and read it all is welcome to attempt deciphering my scrawl:

My Journal Cambodia Laos & Thailand February 2001

Highlights include:

When Janie And I Jumped The Border Into Thailand At Chong Mek And Then Blagged Our Way Out Of Thailand Again, 19 and 26 February 2001

That border crossing was just a field, a hut and a fence in our day.

From Katou People in Nanong Village, Saravan Province, Laos…
…to Bar Pool people, Baan Taling Ngam, Koh Samui, Thailand…within 24 hours; renegades who hadn’t properly gone through Thai immigration, looking smug and well dodgy

I was reminded of this peculiar, dodgy-sounding incident from 16 years ago while we waited in line to go through immigration at Bangkok Airport the other week – click here for the main piece on the February 2017 Thailand trip.

I recalled that the previous time Janie and I entered Thailand, in 2001, we didn’t formally go through immigration at all.

In truth, we jumped the border between Laos and Thailand.

My travel log is more or less silent on this incident, probably because I didn’t dare write it up while we were still in Thailand. I was too busy getting back to work and dining out on the story when first we returned.

Indeed, My Journal Cambodia Laos & Thailand February 2001 – concludes at the end of the 18 February 2001 page, when we were at the delightful but basic Tad Lo Lodge in Saravan Province:

Light lunch followed by relaxing pm at our bungalow & early supper in preparation for tomorrow’s daftly early start.

Relaxing at our bungalow, reading Barney’s Version, as my photo forensics reveal…
…and here’s the gorgeous Tad Lo Falls sunset

The Flickr album with all our Southern Laos and Thailand pictures from 2001 can be examined by clicking here.

The only other reference to the incident in my log was in my notes for the Steppes East agent, Clare:

…warn about Noukeo…border crossing Laos/Thailand “joke”.

Reading those notes 16 years later, it reads a bit like a Trump tweet. The border crossing also has some Trumpian characteristics,as you’ll learn if you persevere with this story.

Noukeo was our guide in Southern Laos. The daftly early start was agreed as a pick up by Noukeo and the driver at 4:00 am. Our flight from Ubon in Eastern Thailand was scheduled for 8:25.  We had a roughly two hour drive to the Chong Mek border, which opens at 6:00 and a roughly 90 minute drive from the border to the airport. Tight but do-able; pretty much the only way to get from Saravan to Samui in a day.

Tad Lo Lodge was very beautiful but a pretty rudimentary place. Even to go down to dinner traversing walkways across the falls we needed to use torches as the paths and walkways were not lit. So when Noukeo and the driver didn’t turn up at 4:00 and indeed we were still waiting at 4:10, Janie and I started debating vociferously what to do. I knew the lads were sleeping at the resort on the other side and suggested that I walk around the perimeter road to find/rouse them, while Janie stayed with our stuff. Janie wasn’t keen on the idea, but by 4:15 we were both feeling desperate, so off I went. I flagged the lads down on the road a few minutes later. They had clearly been enjoying themselves the night before and had overslept. Noukeo might even have still been half cut; perhaps the driver too.

So we set off 20-25 minutes later than intended, but Noukeo was confident that we could make up the time. The driver drove like a fury, which I thought put the whole project and our lives at risk on those bumpy roads; it is a wonder he didn’t hit something or at least get a puncture.

Still, we did get to the Vangtao-Chong Mek border crossing in one piece, just after 6:00. The place seemed deserted on the Laos side. “I told you we’d be in good time”, said Noukeo, “they haven’t even opened yet”.

“We have a 90 minute drive on the other side and a flight at 8:25”, I said, “we need to get a move on. Where are the Laotian border control people?”

“They sleep around here”, said Noukeo, “I’ll see if I can find them”.

So he did.

We handed our passports to Noukeo, the yawning Laotian border control people did their thing and stamped us out of Laos.

Then on to the perimeter fence, where all was once again seemingly deserted apart from our Thai driver and guide on the other side of the fence.

Noukeo jabbered with our Thai couriers. The Thai couriers jabbered back to Noukeo. They then formed a sort of human chain across the fence, firstly carrying our baggage over. Then, after I had given Noukeo and our Laotian driver their tips and Noukeo had given me back our passports, they helped me and Janie over the fence – here’s a link to a picture of that fence in those days.

“Where are the Thai border control people?” I asked our Thai driver and guide. “Who knows, let’s go”, shrugged the guide, “we’ll need to drive quick to get you to your flight.”

We’d jumped the border.

I realised that this was not a consequence-free event; someone was going to question the absence of entry documentation at some point; possibly several points. I thought the problem might be just a few minutes away at Ubon, but because the flights within Thailand were purely domestic, the airport people only seemed vaguely interested in our passports both at Ubon and at Bangkok where we changed for Koh Samui.

Indeed, it wasn’t until we got to Baan Taling Ngam that anyone raised the question of the absence of entry visa stamps in our passport. There I simply told the receptionist that we had entered by road at Chong Mek, had handed our passports to our guide and taken custody of them again once the formalities had (as far as we were concerned) been completed. The receptionist told me that we should expect some more detailed questioning at Bangkok border control on departure.

I suggested to Janie that the above explanation should be the sum total of what we tell any officials. No mention of fences, the fun and games with the baggage chain and us traversing the border or indeed anything of that kind.

We then relaxed for several days and temporarily forgot all about our passports.

Forensics have spotted The Human Stain by Philip Roth; very apt.

We didn’t have a private pool at Baan Taling Ngam, but there were several small pools scattered around the property which hardly anyone fancied (apart from us), so to all intents and purposes we did have our own pool almost all the time.

But I digress.

At the end of the holiday, on 26 February 2001, we flew to Bangkok where, at that time, border control for exit after Samui took place. We didn’t have much time between our flight from Samui landing and our London-bound flight taking off.

The first official we encountered remonstrated with me that we had no entry stamps in our passport.

“We entered by road at Chong Mek. We handed our passports to our guide and he returned them to us after giving them to the officials for processing,” I said, slowly.

The first official called a second, slightly more senior official.

“No stamp. No stamp,” said the second official.

I spoke even more slowly and a little louder this time, because speaking slowly and especially speaking loudly helps people understand an unfamiliar second language much better:

“WE ENTERED BY ROAD AT CHONG MEK. WE HANDED OUR PASSPORTS TO OUR GUIDE AND HE RETURNED THEM TO US AFTER GIVING THEM TO THE OFFICIALS FOR PROCESSING,”

The second official shook his head in bewilderment and went off to find a more senior official.

Soon enough, Janie and I were shepherded into an office, in which sat a rather military looking official with strips on his lapels.

“Why have you not got entry stamp visas in your passports?” he asked.

“WE ENTERED BY ROAD AT CHONG MEK…” I started to say, slowly and loudly.

“Ach, Chong Mek. So many problems, Chong Mek,” said our senior official.

“OK”, he went on, “I have the authority to stamp you into Thailand as well as stamp you out of Thailand. So; welcome to Thailand, enjoy your stay…”

…he said, stamping us in, followed by, without a pause for breath…

“…thank you for visiting Thailand. Do visit us again soon. Goodbye,” while stamping us out and stewarding us towards our flight on the outbound side of border control.

There’s probably a lesson in this story for those who think that fences, walls and “control of our own borders” have much meaning in the real world, where hapless travellers and their even more hapless guides could seemingly do as they please, even at the official border posts, but that’s a debate for others, not us.

I should also say that we don’t recommend that you try emulating this activity when you are on holiday (or indeed for any other purpose). Jumping the border was not fun while we were actually doing it; even less fun and more dangerous now, I expect.

Still, Janie and I laughed about it a lot afterwards and dined out on the story for ages. It remains surprisingly fresh in my mind 16 years later, even though it has taken me that long to write it down.

An Independent Trip To Northern Thailand & Vietnam, Part Nineteen: A Final Full Day & Then Part Of A Day At The Rayavadee In Phra Nang, Before Returning Home, 31 March & 1 April 1996

Believe it or not, the above picture shows the Rayavadee jacuzzi

Finished watching Indochine – pool – canoed round rocks fun – swam a bit – had better Beach Bar lunch – swam/sunbathed/siesta/swam

I finished Brownout [On Breadfruit Boulevard] – had sauna/Jacuzzi/massage…

Prasert explains the barbeque sauces etc. to us

…private barbecue in evening.

I think I had the measure of it. That barbeque was an absolute highlight for us. I remember a Scottish head chef who had looked after us well there, coming down to supervise Prasert and make sure it was all really well arranged for us. Perhaps he did that for all the guests. Still a highlight for us.

I watched Trading Places (Janie mysteriously watched highlights)

Partly the film didn’t please her, partly the exertions of the previous day got to Janie, I suspect.

1 April 1996

Snorkelled Phra Nang beach rocks – swam & sunbathed.

We wanted to enjoy every last minute of that place. In future years, we would probably not have done the “swimming until the last minute” thing as it is so difficult to transport wet cossies all the way home!

I made no notes about the journey home; I suspect it was relatively problem free and therefore not note-worthy. Certainly not memorable…in a good way.

It had been a fabulous journey all in all.

All the photos from the part of the journey that featured Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam & then Thai resorts can be found through the Flickr link here or below.

=01 24 March 1996 - Saigon River from Floating Hotel at dusk 061

An Independent Trip To Northern Thailand & Vietnam, Part Eighteen: Dangerous Hiking & Relaxation In Phra Nang, 30 March 1996

I can safely say that Janie took this picture on the dangerous hike

Went to pool early – set off on trek – Janie completed/Ian gave up

We both did this early part of the trek. Then I took one look at the required hiking in the heat and gave up, while Janie went on with some sweet and friendly Thai Air folk who were staying
Janie made it down into the lagoon despite the heat. If you think she looks red in the face in the picture, you should have seen her when she got back to the pool with those kindly Thai Air staff, who had helped her to complete the hike “safely”.
Before returning to poolside, Janie took this shot from a high point of the hike

Janie returned to pool – noodle lunch – siesta watching Last Tango In Paris – returned to pool – quick aborted snorkel at Railay and then Thai starter dinner at Thai Restaurant, then watched most of Indochine.

A few memories to accompany this. Janie realised she had bitten off more than she could chew with that lagoon hike and was most grateful to the Thai hikers who kept an eye on her and helped her out.

I recall that the afternoon sun was simply too hot for us both, pretty much every day, so we needed to siesta every afternoon and chose to watch the odd movie from what seemed to be an excellent video library, not least with films like Indochine, which helped to reinforce what we had just seen on our touring. Interesting choice of movie there in Last Tango. Neither of us had seen it before so we thought we’d give it a go. I suspect that Janie had seen enough steamy hot scenes for one day exploring that lagoon so probably now claims to remember little of it.

We loved the little villa we called our own for those few days at Rayavadee. They also had an excellent collection of CDs and I recall listening a lot to several there which I subsequently bought, including a Best Of Van Morrison. Funny what sticks in the mind.

All the photos from the part of the journey that featured Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam & then Thai resorts can be found through the Flickr link here or below.

=01 24 March 1996 - Saigon River from Floating Hotel at dusk 061

An Independent Trip To Northern Thailand & Vietnam, Part Seventeen: Chicken Island, Poda Island & Relaxation In Phra Nang, 29 March 1996

Why do they call in Chicken Island?

On our way to the islands

Went to Chicken Island/Poda Island snorkelling – superb morning trip.

Snorkelling with the fishes
Feeding the fishes by Poda Island
Beautiful vistas on return boat trip

Had sandwich lunch at Beach Bar – watched Indecent Proposal over siesta, played briefly with canoes, had seafood meal at the Thai/Seafood Restaurant and early night.

(I finished The Professor of Desire)

All the photos from the part of the journey that featured Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam & then Thai resorts can be found through the Flickr link here or below.

=01 24 March 1996 - Saigon River from Floating Hotel at dusk 061

An Independent Trip To Northern Thailand & Vietnam, Part Fifteen: From Phuket To Phra Nang, Thailand, 27 March 1996

Arriving at the Dusit Rayavadee in Phra Nang, near Krabi.

Early up and walked around [Phuket Laguna] resort.

Transfer to Phra Nang – Dusit Rayavadee.

Settled in, got bearings, swam, ate noodles, swam…

Sunset on Railay Beach

Ate in main restaurant and watched The Lover.

All the photos from the part of the journey that featured Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam & then Thai resorts can be found through the Flickr link here or below.

=01 24 March 1996 - Saigon River from Floating Hotel at dusk 061

An Independent Trip To Northern Thailand & Vietnam, Part Fourteen: Ho Chi Minh City & On To Phuket In Thailand, 26 March 1996

In the lobby just before leaving the Saigon Floating Hotel

Early start on our own account [unguided]. Taxi to Jade Emperor Pagoda…

Devotee within Jade Emperor Pagoda (above) and the view out (below)

– then money exchange hunt & short shopping spree and return to hotel for pick up…

This Taiwanese couple were having their wedding photo shoot outside the hotel

…and then schlep to Phuket – three hours at Bangkok [airport] especially wearing. Overnight at pretty decent Dusit Laguna Phuket.

It wasn’t possible at that time (still might not be) sensibly to get from Ho Chi Minh City to Phra Nang in one day, so we arranged an unwanted afternoon & night in Phuket. Actually we rather took to the Laguna and returned there (although to a different property) for a short break in 2017.

But back in 1996, our short stop at the Dusit Laguna Phuket looked like this:

All the photos from the part of the journey that featured Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam & then Thai resorts can be found through the Flickr link here or below.

=34 Another boat trip - to Chicken Island and Poda Island 150

An Independent Trip To Northern Thailand & Vietnam, Part Six: From Chiang Mai To Hanoi, 18 March 1996

Rose very early – flew [from] Chiang Mai to Bangkok then on to Hanoi – arrived 1215. Fought through bureaucracy – got taken to hotel– Changed/freshened up…

Quite a fight it was too, on arrival at Hanoi. I cannot remember all the details of it, but it was to do with filling in a form upon which you declare the address where you are going to stay.

Given that we were to be staying at several places in the space of a week and I had the local tour agent, Vidotour’s, address, I presented the form with that. Not good enough. If we were staying at several addresses I needed to list several addresses.

So I tried to write several addresses on a tiny form. The official claimed he couldn’t read my handwriting. “Do you know who I am?”, I felt like saying, but didn’t. He was quite cross and suggested that I had deliberately written illegibly.

So he called a more senior official, who suggested that the name and address of our local tour agent, Vidotour, would do. Good idea, Sir.

Welcome to Hanoi, Sir, have a nice cup of tea (Indochine Restaurant, later that day)

I should add at this point that we had a marvellous time in Vietnam; that hoo-ha on arrival was the only inhospitable moment during our stay.

…went round Old Quarter and down to Hoan Kiem Lake – returned to hotel [I am pretty sure we stayed at the Dan Chu, formerly known as the Hanoi Hotel and latterly known as Hotel de l’Opera Hanoi] – then evening out at Indochine Restaurant – quite pleasant – early night

All the pictures from the North Vietnam segment of our trip can be seen on this Flickr album – click here or below.

=01 18 March 1996 - Hanoi Vietnam - old quarter, city gate NTV_G2 (18)

An Independent Trip To Northern Thailand & Vietnam, Part Five: From Chiang Rai Province Back To Chiang Mai, 17 March 1996

Rose not so early, 6:30 or 7:30. Left Baan Boran and headed west to Mae Sai

The border as seen from Mae Sai market

Looked round market and managed to wazz our way over the Myanmar border…

Scenes on the Myanmar side above & below, known as Thakhlek on that side

I should point out here and now that Janie and I did not jump this border. We are not serial border jumpers in and out of Thailand, you know.

In fact, the ability to get a temporary pass to enter Myanmar from Thailand at that crossing, just for the day, had been reinstated just the day before we arrived. We thought it only polite that we should take advantage and pop in.

Mae Sai monks

– on to a jade factory in Mae Sai then on to Doi Tung Temple etc…

Doi Tung Temple above and headline image at the top of this piece.
Vistas on the way down from the temple.

Arrived at the Chiang Mai quite late – changed – went around night market and got a light bite there – then returned (saw end of the cricket!) & slept

We stayed at the Dusit Princess if I remember correctly.

May 2021 Update: There is now a more comprehensive account of this day from a cricket perspective on the King Cricket website – click here or below.

If anything were ever to go awry with the King Cricket site, you can find that article here.

All of our photos from the Thai leg of the journey can be found on Flickr through the link here and below.

=01 13 March 1996 - Jim Thompson