The usual start to a Phuket day, the usual breakfast not at the usual table today, as creatures of habit we were shocked that our normal table had been taken, but we have to adapt to our environment and accept we should have been there 10 minutes earlier.

TMM (remember him ?) drops some laundry in, cost is 50 baht ($2) a kg to wash only, pick up tomorrow, he then retires to the pool and doesn’t move from there. I say its a smart move, its sweltering, again, blue sky and the sun is burning so staying in the shade is important.

I finish reading “The Nowhere Girl” by Christian White for Book Club. Never heard of him before and its his first book. It’s a cracking read, I think its a well crafted story, a murder/kidnap mystery set between Australia and mid America, lots of tension, suspense and for me horror (the f….ng snakes in it freaked me out). I’d rate it a 4/5. Its so warm I have to have a swim and cool down. There’s no great incentive to leave the pool until we have to, which is at 4pm to go to the Phuket Town Sunday Night Markets, Oz is taking us.

I take a break from the pool and walk 70 metres to the beach which is busy and theres a nice breeze blowing off the ocean and standing in the shade is pleasant but I move on the a sidewalk cafe after changing a bit of money and have beautiful iced cappuchino (90 baht – $3.80)

Oz is right on time, we drive over Kathu hill towards Phuket Town which is about 25 km away, we toot at the Buddha (its daylight this time). The history of Phuket was really based around tin mining in the area near Kathu and Phuket Town was originally settled by Siamese, Chinese, Indians, Malays and Sea Gypsies. Europeans came in the 1600’s and Phuket Town grew into a fusion of Chinese Portugese architecture. The bit they didn’t knock down has some beautiful old building. One building where we have something to eat is Baan 125, its stunning inside, there are 3 levels, bottom floor a long shop and the 2nd and 3rd levels are a 4 bedroom hotel.

Oz shows us his apartment at Kathu first, its a newish 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom, 2 story apartment owned by his sons. They are trying to sell it – $120,000 will buy it. If sold Oz will rent over at Patong where his work is.

The markets are very nice, there is music, food, lots of original jewellery, clothes and surprise surprise carved soap. We explore, eat, TMM buys stuff, I only buy food BUT at least I bought something. It was pointed out to to me that I need to mention this. The crowd grows the longer we’re there, by the time we leave its a huge crushing crowd, Thai’s, lots of white people and masses of Indians and Middle Eastern people. I’m glad we’re done at 7.30 with the crowd still streaming in, Oz finds us and we’re home in Patong 1/2 and hour later.

Tomorrow has only one thing planned – I’m getting my teeth cleaned at a dental surgery who specialise in looking after tourist teeth – a full on dental/orthodontic clinic and cheap cheap cheap.

Ciao – Pauolo

It’s overcast, the closed in feel of humidity and pending rain hangs over Patong, the surf is dirty and pounding against a grey sky. Breakfast beckons, TMM ( remember him) is back on full rations (bacon & eggs with his pancakes and coffee) and a there’s a bit of colour in his cheeks and sarcasm on his tongue, probably on 7-8 cylinders today.

TMM moves to the pool to get a deckchair under the frangiapani tree, I head for (confessions of a baby boomer here) a pedicure for 250 baht ($10). I have to wait 40 minutes so a stroll down beach road and a beautiful iced cappuchino at a little cafe under a canvas awning help fill in time until I venture into the great toe unknown. I have time to check at KC Optical about glasses for colour blindness that fellow Intrepid traveller told me about, he ( the optometrist) gives me a bewildered look, apparently they don’t know about them, BUT, said fellow travellers from Perth sends a screen shot of sunglasses that say they’ll do just what she said. I’m confused and decided to check it out at home.

Ok, so now the pedicure virgin lines up with the gorgeous Thai lady with long nails, deap cleavage and knowing eyes, I feel pain coming on, or worse still embarrassment at the state of my feet, nails and toes. After an hour of having sharp instruments wash, scrape, peel, sand, and buff my feet there is about half an icecream container of skin, nail clippings, foot detritus of unknown origin and other stuff I can’t describe. But, my nails look clean, tidy, pinkish and even, even the toe with the bung nail I think was falling off, she’s sorted it out. I’m relieved, I don’t feel camp, and don’t actually feel embarrassed, it’s a good job done, think I’ll repeat it at Christmas when I’m back here.

TMM lounges at the pool all morning, sleeping, swimming, making calls, explaining why he hasn’t been able to find carved soap to a little girl who thinks he’s kidding when he says he can’t find it. But wait , good news awaits later in the day.

No lunch today, big breakfast and my belly is slightly dodgy ( fixed by lunch time) so I go for a massage near Sweet, TMM goes shopping for the females in his life, again.

Mid afternoon, we leave the pool and head to the beach, the water looks clear and I have some of Tim’s ashes to leave in the surf at Patong Beach where he came a number of times. The Andaman Sea runs west all the way to Sri Lanka s between the Mekong and the Andaman Sea he’s travelled with me a fair way this time. Next trip we’ll take him is Italy, Switzerland, France and the UK where we’ve left his ashes before.

The surf is beautiful, water is warm, and TMM says jezz that water is a bit salty, I remark that sea water is salty by nature, a comment not taken in jest I think. Its a very nice swim.

Dinner tonight is at the Banthai restaurant, we want plain food, a Leo and a Singha beer wash done sea bass fish and chips, a very nice meal and the most expensive so far on the trip. Jump (the long time Bathai man) is close by, dale tries to get him to sing but he won’t hear of it. The music is live and the young guy singing Van Morrison’s Moondance sure can play the guitar.

A walk down Bangla Road is in order as we’ve hardly gone more than 50 metres from the hotel today. Same same but not much different, booming music, dancing, go go dancers, ping pong show touts, bar girls tempting lonely men to spend money, what a new concept that is.

Then he finds the golden pot and the end of the Bangla Rainbow, a stand of carved soap. Thank goodness, at last hes got what he was instructed by a 7 year old was something he needed to bring home otherwise don’t come home.

Go the Wallabies, it on at 2.30am here, I’ll hear the results in the morning.

Ciao – Paulo

TMM punched the snores out big time last night, the fireworks on the beach which sound like Beirut on a busy day don’t wake him. I reckon he slept most of yesterday and last night. He’s on the mend this morning but only firing on four cylinders, although he’s up for breakfast so that’s a good sign.

Breakfast as usual for me, cereal, allbran, fruit, yoghurt, pancakes and English B Tea, TMM has pancakes and Earl Grey tea (f…g yuppy tea!). But at least he’s eating and not snoring. A bit more colour in his face.

We find Oz and head for a drive south to Karon Beach, then Kata Beach where a surfing contest is under way. These areas are quiet, lots of shops and apartments closed, a bit depressing so fingers crossed it will pick up.

First stop is Maybelle’s Coffee Garden, back of Kata Beach, over looked by The Big Buddha. A lovely garden setting. The story, I discovered Richie and Maybelle on Youtube when checking out how things were on Phuket, he is English 40ish and Maybelle is Thai and 30ish, lovely couple and after Youtube I feel I know them sort of. They have a thriving little business, Maybelle runs it, Richie is PR and public relations. Service great and food and coffee excellent. Maybelle meets us at the gate, shows to a table  then Ruchie comes over and had a chat. Seem to be very nice people. We chat to the young woman (late 20s maybe) on the table next door, she’s been in Thailand for 3 months working remotely for a Melbourne recruitment HR company. She is heading home to WA next week. Travelling alone and comfortable in her own skin, good on her. Check out Richie and Maybelle on Youtube.

We head to Rawai Beach, Oz pays a local “taxi mafia” kid 5 baht (20c) to park. On the beach side the stalls sell live seafood, on the other side the restaurants will cook what you buy for a small fee, cheap as Oz says “velly cheap”. The long tail boats are anchored behind the stalls in the bay. We walk down the RawI bay shopping area, it looks nice, quiet, lots of the same sorts of shops as Patong only less and smaller. I think lots of nice restaurants for fresh seafood in this area.

Back at Patong we retire to the pool to cool down. TMM heads for a massage, he must be improving by the hour? Next job is our 5pm appointment with Mr Siam, the boss tailor man who used to run Hilfiger Fashion, now seems to run Tommy Fashion, mover and shaker, I think he’s Dave’s ( the guy at the tailor’s ) uncle?

At 5pm Sharp a Whatsapp message from Mr Siam, he’s in the carpark waiting for us. We drive north to Kamala Beach past the Muslim fod markets on the sea side just past Diamond Cliff. The street in Kamala is very quiet, Dave is waiting outside Tommy Fashion (check it out on Facebook), fitting is sorted, a few adjustments needed, next catch up is Monday, we’ll get a text on Whatsapp to tell us. A couple of Singha beers an discussion, then Siam’s sister comes in with his neice from Burma, she’s a smart cookie, very good English, a degree in IT and heading to Canada to study for her Masters. She was considering Australia but Canada won the day – our loss I reckon. Siam tells us the story of the tsunami, he was in the shop outside the Banthai the day it hit and abandoned the shop and money in the till when the water got to waist height, he felt it was coming again, and it did, one of his good friends died because he wouldn’t go up the stairs with him. Siam has a few orons in the fire, his main business he says is exporting cosmetics into Burma, but at the moment hes have a little trouble with the junta running Burma – thats a surprise?

Siam insists on shorting TMM and I dinner, at the restaurant next to Tommy Fashion, its name is Blue Manao, Siam insists the food is super good and fresh. He’s right, Dale (aka TMM) has chicken fried rice (no further comment) but he’s impressed. I have a Chicken Mussaman, I ask for a little spicy – it is delicious and the spiciness is right on my limit, the chilli is dancing on my tongue and my lips are tingling but not numb, there is a little sweat on my cheeks near my nose – they limit was close but not over.

Mr Siam returns us to Patong and we walk up Bangla Road, because we haven’t done it at night yet. Its definitely picked up from the Youtube videos I’ve been watching, its thumping, the bars are humming, the go go girls are go going in their next to nothing mini skirts and pouting lips, the ping ping shows are advertised every 5 metres by dodgy looking blokes and pretty Thai girls but not enough to tempt me, although I ducked into one bar to find out if they were televising the rugby from Argentina on Saturday night – they were and it was on at 2am, not sure if I’ve got the stamina for that!

Tomorrow is a quiet day, a bit of shopping maybe. Sunday we are going to Phuket Town markets in the old Portuguese part of the town. Monday I’m getting my teeth scaled and cleaned for 1500 baht ($60) at a place that is reputable and used by a lot of Aussies, I checked it out. At home I pay about $300 after they take the Westfund money, so its worth a try.

Ciao from Phuket – Pauolo

Today we are supposed to head to Kata Beach for a coffee at Maybelle’s Coffee Lounge. Oz is taking us at 11am. But, theres a problem TMM has a belly bug, I think, and can’t leave the room, he’s flat and flattened and sleeps most of the day so nothing is happening today.

I have a breakfast, go for a nice long walk on the beach, a walk up to where Cheryl and Graeme have booked at Christmas – Patong Bay Hill Resort. The place they’ve choses looks great but its a good 30 minutes walk to the Banthai and Bangla Road where all the action is, so transport downtown is critical, getting home woud be a 50-100 baht tuk tuk ride – depending on how hard they negotiate. By the time I get back to the main area I’m soaked in sweat.

What do you do when theres nothing to do, retire to the pool and do nothing. A swim and drop the core body temp,its steamy and over cast again. I start the Book Club Book “The Nowhere Child” and get 20% of it read before lunch, its got me hooked.

Lunch at Sweat, a massage next door, a walk on the beach then just sit and watch the activity. Patong beach is abusy place.

TMM still hasn’t ventured out, every time I call in he’s asleep snoring, or awak for minite then snoring. He doesn’t seem to take anything to alleviate whatever is causing the issues but its knocked him. He’s not inetresed in seeing a Dr either.

Dinner for him is fresh air and I wander down to a local street food area and have a beautiful chicken dish in a plastic tray with a Singha beer at a steel table on a steel stool, its delicious and fresh and cheap 140 baht all up ($5.60).

The streets are a little quieter tonight, its really evident that the visitors at present are mostly from the Middle East and India, there are women in burka’s everywhere, and women in colourful sari’s and bossy Indian men telling them where to go and sit.

A short note today. See what tomorrow brings and whether TMM is on the mend or if I have to sort out a funeral.

Ciao Pauolo

So, I know its boring now, there are no exciting travels on the Mekong or through the mountains of Laos, just an old bloke and his nephew chilling in a resort on the beach in Thailand. But the blog is written for me and not you, I know I should apologise for my selfish behaviour but I don’t think I will.

Ok breakfast as usual, the same place, about the same time. I can’t see Art Sangsri as he’s deep in concentration on a family portrait in the Banthai foyer so we decide to head out to Beach Road and see if Oz is around to run us out to the tailors at Kamala Beach. The tailors, which is connected to the old Hilfiger Fashion at the front of the Banthai closed during Covid, Mr Siam’s nephew runs Tommy Fashion at Kamala Beach so we reckon the quality should be as good as what it was at Hilfiger.

Oz is out the front, a little surprised to see us I think but we wander over and chat, he has no jobs on so will take us out and bring us back. He had no work yesterday, things are tough for these guys trying to survive.

A little of Oz’s story, I hope he doesn’t mind me telling you. His work stopped overnight when covid hit and Phuket shut down over night. Nothing to do, no money coming in for his family so action was needed. He is married, has two adult sons with university educations, and he and his wife care for or are the guardians for their seven year old neice (daughter of his wife’s younger sister who has a new partner and the daughter wasn’t part of the deal). Oz sold the family home, his wife moved to Bangkok with the girl and they are living with the two sons in Bangkok while Oz is trying to make money with his taxi in Phuket. I think they like having a neice/little girl in the house, and now she is getting a good education in Bangkok. The plan is that hs wife will move back to Phuket when educational obligations are complete and business is better. Oz lives in a small rented place on Phuket Town side of the Kathu hill not far from Patong, and he still toots the horn when you drive past the Buddha for good luck, but only in daytime, at night tooting the horn wakes Buddha up and its bad luck – must remember that. If you are in Phuket and need a driver call Oz or find him on Facebook.

The drive to Kamala Beach is past the Diamond Cliff Resort where some of our fellow Christmas travellers will be staying. Oz says its a very nice resort that was set up for the Japanese, it does look very nice but its a fair walk into the main part of Patong so a tuk tuk or shuttle bus will be the go to get where the action and “maliwanna” is. Oz says there are apartments for sale now, 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom, furnished, in beautiful developments with views for $100k- $200k AUD.

The coastal drive is very pleasant, resort after resort in beautiful bushland /jungle setting with most having a view over the sea. Kamala Beach is quite nice but very quiet, we head down near the beach where DD, nephew of Mr Siam and manager/owner of Tommy Fashion greets us like we are long lost family, he’s an enthusiast fella but I’m not that stupid, business is dead and he needs every customer he can get so he’s not going to chase us away. We get offered wine, beer, whisky, water, you name it. Neither of us want suits, we want a few shirts and some pants but the big upsell is applied, after some negotiation a compromise is reached and we leave a deposit, with a Friday fitting scheduled. We walk the small shopping street, down to Kamala Beach which is lovely, then find Oz and drive back to Patong.

A swim in the beautiful pool near the rooms where Genelle and I and Mark and Simone will be staying at Christmas, right on the pool in a quiet area. The water is so bloody refreshing we stay there for ages, the swim up bar is run by Timmy and he does the big sell on Happy Hour drinks, but we don’t get back for them.

The hotel has its own bakery, and cafe (small) and they make these divine cookies, you’d crawl over broken glass to get one, how do we know this ? They give everyone a cookie when you check in, good salesmanship! A late lunch of an iced coffee and TMM has 2 cookies and I have a muffin.

TMM heads off for a massage, he’s addicted to massages and Chicken fried rice I think, have to keep him away from the multitude of cannabis outlets as he might get to “maliwanna” as Oz calls it.

I head to drop some laundry off down the street, 50 baht ($2) per kg and I have a reasonable bag which costs me 125 baht with pick at 2pm tomorrow – so cheap but not as cheap as Laos which is mega cheap.

I then opt for a new experience – a shave at the barbers (where Hilfiger Fashion used to be) with a cutthroat razor, a No 1 haircut (no challenge to the worst barber), a face massage for 600 baht ($24). I have’t shaved for a few days because the razor was in the missing bag. Like the man From Ironbark (Google that poem fellow Intrepid Travellers) I’m a little hesitant. First the No1 haircut is done and its No 0 up the back, theres not much hair there so no damage, then the razor comes out. I try not to sweat and keep my eyes closed occassionally opening one, for move for fear of losing a lip or half my nose if I accidently twitch, sneeze, BUT i reckon he’s done this a few times before as its the closest shave I’ve ever had. He then gives a quick electric buzz shave for any errant follicles he’s missed, then points the hair dryer at my chin and a fine mist of aftershave hits exacty the right part of my face. Its certainly an experience, might even get another one before I get on the plane home. Mark (The Mechanic) did this in London a few years ago after getting lost in Kensington – maybe he was as nervous as I was, I reckon he paid four times what I paid though. He can get one at Christmas time.

Dinner tonight will be at Sweat – no surprise – but I won’t be having the spicy dish again. No Giger and herps with sea bass for me tonight.

A sunset walk along Patong beach and the place seems busier than when we arrived. There are lots of Indians, lots of people from the middle east, a few caucasion looking people with eastern European languages and some Pom’s and Aussies. The paragliding and jet ski’s are busy, fat and skinny people taking off the beach with jockey size Thai’s guys hanging onto only the ropes steering the parachute. People x 2 or 3 on old popping farting motorbikes with rusting sidecars roaring up and down beach the selling god knows what. Only in Thailand!!!!!

Sweet and some beers beckons, its time for dinner. Tonight Wal the owner comes over and says hello, he recognises me but not TMM. TMM doesn’t say anything, but I know it pisses him off. Wal tells us the story, he reopened two weeks ago, he shut down for eitht months and while shut down he and some expats organise support packages for locals and Burmese refugees, some government support assisted. But the police watching over the program were taking 2 bags of rice each home a day and the program went broke. Over the program they had delievered 40,000 packages to poor people and refugees. He’s upbeat and positive, great to see him and talk to him. While we are there he embarrasses another Aussie patron who saved a person with his CPR skills at Molly Malones Irish Pub a few doors away, we meet them and he’s from Melbourne.

Tomorrow we are going to Maybelle’s Coffee Garden at Kata Beach, Oz is picking us up at 11. Hopefully Ritchie and Maybelle will be there when we get there.

Ciao from Patong Beach, Thailand – Pauolo

The wet season has finally caught up with us, it rained early this morning and has rained on and off all day. In between rain and the occassional cooling breeze it’s humid, the forecast says its hanging around for a few more days yet.

Almost forgot, its my birthday today, so will celebrate with a watermelon shake at Sweet for lunch.

The Doubletree Hilton – Banthai Resort (I’ll call it The Banthai from here on) has a great breakfast so we head over pancakes, eggs, crisp bacon, cappuchino, you name it. A walk on the beach is cut short by a storm blowing in from the south and it absolutely buckets down so we shelter under a surf shop awning until it slows, the girl inside invites us in but we’re a wake up to her and decline her generous offer. TMM heads back to rest and I get the umbrella and go for a walk in the rain. I do a lap of Bangla Road, then the street that runs parallel to beach road, the offers of the massage girls start to grate aftre a while so I head back to rest my wet feet.

Still no signs of our bags, although the desk has called Thai Smiles Airways ( without prompting) and they are supposed to be here after lunch – we’ll see! The Banthai have excellent staff.

Art Sangsri still has his desk in the Banthai foyer, I chat to him and tell him that I will call when I get my bag, I have a job for him. He did a portrait of Tim in crayon and charcoal, we’ve his portraits

A lot of shops and business’s are shut, there are people walking on the street but not many. It’s quiet, even though it’s the wet season. There are still all the shop people trying to entice you, massage girls grabbing you by the arm, the difference between the legit and dodgy places is still easy to pick but whether the girls are girls or boys is still difficult.

We meet at Sweet for lunch, watermelon shake, shrimp fried rice, Singha beer in an exotic location – nice first for my birthday, dont think I’ve had one overseas before.

Another short walk, a check to see if our bags have arrived yet – they haven’t so we head out into the drizzle to check some markets, TMM has to do some more “girl” shopping. The drizzle turns into an absolute downpour and we head back to the Banthai – our bags are supposed to be here shortly (not that bloody likely I think to myself) but as we watch the counter through the rain soaked glasses and sweat running into my eyes I see two orange Kathmandu 70 litre Hybrid bags arrive at the counter. Huge relief, I don’t have to go and buy socks and jocks and TMM doesn’t have to remember the hundreds of bits and pieces he’s bought, mostly for a little girl, and maybe thought he’s have to try and replace, he looks pretty happy.

Dinner again at Sweet, I had a beautiful fish dish but the spiceness gets to me and I can’t finish it, the sweat is mixed with snot and the fluid frm my running eyes – where is USA David when you need him!

I’ve received a lot of birthday wishes from lots of people, thanks everyone. Genelle (The Navigator) forgot but remembered later on, thats OK I can handle that.

I have also seen lots of lovely messages on Facebook regarding the clip where we put a small amount of Tim’s ashes into some flower petals and scattered them in the Mekong River, with everyone from the Intrepid group participating. Our Tour Leader Naa was the mover and shaker that made this happen, one of the hotel owners gave her the flowers (she was paying for them), she took all the petals off for the ashes ceremony, then soem of the women worked with Naa and made decorative chains and origamy figures for the COPE centre – not a thing was wasted. Naa said Buddhist prayer with the burning incense and said some beautiful words before we put his ashes in the water. So what I’m saying is the credit for this should go to Naa, all I was thinking of doing was a quiet thing that I was going to coopt Dale into helping me. The video was done by Naa but I have a full version of it on my GoPro that Dale videoed that I haven’t seen yet, and maybe might be a little embarrassed to see.

There are no significant photos of today, it poured rain all day.

I hope the Intrepid crew are enjoying Vietnam, I actually miss the company, they were such a great bunch of people to travel with.

Tomorrow, depending on the rain, we’re planning on visiting the tailors, having lunch or coffee at Maybelle’s Coffee Lounge at Kata Beach, maybe a haircut and a shave (300baht and its still dear), a swin now I have my swimmers back. I’m refraining from massages for a few days as I reckon one of them cracked my neck a bit hard and I’ve had headaches a few days since, today it feels much better.

Ciao from Phuket – Pauolo

A good sleep but wake with a slightly dodgy gut, so a precautionary immodium goes down the hatch, like Jack Reacher I retaliate before the next attack.

We’re up early for breakfast, there is Bruce and Aussie Dave then USA David, Dale and I rock on. Its nice to have cereal, toast and yoghurt with a good cappuchino. The others start wondering in, I think the mood is a little sombre this morning as we’re busting up, 6 go on to finish the SE Asian loop flying to Hanoi then travelling through Vietnam, finishing in Cambodia. What a trip. Four go to Bangkok, two stay in Vientiane for a day or two I think and two of us head to Phuket. It’s been a wonderful trip with a great bunch of people from all over the world , with tour leader Naa being the glue holding it all together.

The flight out of Vientiane is a little late leaving, not too late but when things go wrong the lack of luck can escalate. The d…h… in front of me tilts his seat back immediately we’re in the air, he needs a smack in the ear, but I call up the restraint gene and don’t hit him, but I do breathe softly into his hair, it’s so close and I can’t resist unsettling him. But it doesn’t unsettle him, he goes to sleep, the tactics are a failure. If anyone saw me there might be some suggestion of slightly camp behaviour but honest to God it isn’t.

The flight goes ok, nice chicken roll and nice cup of coffee. As we get near Bangkok the clouds are heavy and thick, and the Captain tells us there is heavy rain at Bangkok Airport and we have to go into a holding pattern until we are given permission to land. We are flying in circles in cloud, bouncing around for ages until we finally get on the ground. Our flight to Phuket is awfully close, we’re not sure we’ll make it as we have 1. To go through immigration and get another stamp/visa in the passport, 2.get our bags off the carousel, 3. Check in at Domestic and get our bags on the plane via the heavy parcels area (becayse we are so late) 4. Find the gate we board at (Its B9, about 60o metres from where the carousel was 5. Hope we can get on the plane.
We sprint (well I don’t, I walk quickly) to get out through the crowd and find check in 4 floors up from where we are. The Thai Smile people are great, the Check In for our flight was closed but they got us checked in, the gate was closing so we were last onto the bus before a rude Japanese couple just pushed front of us  I did say ” You rude prick” but both he and his sour faced wife ignore me, probably don’t speak English!  Finally we are on the plane, a miracle, and we beat the Japanese couple on to the plane.
3 hours minimum you need at Bangkok if you don’t have the same airline all the way through. Anyway I reckon we were 3-4 minutes from missing that plane, we are sweating, puffing, and laughing at our good luck. Dale reckons it was 90% luck 10% good management we got on, but we worked hard to get where we were meant to be. (Thanks Sonya for calling, but we had it under control by then – just)

The flight to Phuket is quick and uneventful, the plane isn’t that full. We land, go to the carousel, and wait, wait, wait, no bags, same story for a lot of people so we go the Thai Smile Baggage desk to report and check, the same Japanese woman pshes in front and I give the “Hoi” and a big F… Off look to respect the order and get to the back of the line, she looks the sort of person who’d steal her Grandchildrens pocket money. Oz our driver waits patiently and finally we get out with backpacks only. There are a lot of bags missing, the staff are stressed.

Its raining and it takes Oz about 30 minutes to get to the Doubletree Hilton (aka The Banthai), our room is nice, first floor looks over the pool,easy to remember Room 1234.

First things first we head to the lane to Patong Tower and there it is Sweet Restaurant – its open, quiet but open and Wal the owner still owns it, he’s sitting there with some people. The beers are good and the beers are better, Its been a long day.

We buy a cheap shirt, get a massage and finally to bed, hopefully with good news about our bags in the morning.

Ciao from Phuket – Pauolo.

Early breakfast at Naked Vang Vieng Cafe – run/owned by an Australian woman, the scrambled eggs, bacon, avocado and tomatoe is beautiful. Oh, and the iced coffee I ordered actually comes as iced coffee and tastes sensational. A victory I say.

8.30 sharp we leave the hotel in two mini buses, TMM (remember him? ) and me have strategy to make sure we are not on the same bus as the person who put us at a bit of risk two days ago, the strategy involves getting in and taking the middle seats so he can’t sit there because apparently he will only sit in those seats. Its not an issue and he’s not on our bus, we have a nice calm group.

The road is wonderful heading south the Vientiane is multi lane, smooth, and wide. its a dream compared to the road from Luang Prabang. The discussion on the bus is politics in the USA and Europe, boring and interesting at the same time, but interesting that we have a US citizen involved

In no time we are Vientiane at the hotel, about 11am I think. We take the bags to reception, leave them and head to walk to the museum and the Vientiane version of the Arc de Triomphe. A

A visit to the COPE Centre is very sobering and 2 T Shirts and other things are donated by our group for them to sell to raise money. This place is very sobering, the damage from unexploded bombs and landmines kills and injures lots of people every year and their speciality is prosthetic limbs.

Back at the hotel, The Sabaidee@Lao Hotel, which is very nice and the rooms very nice, we find our room hasnt been made up so we end up being moved to another room which is made up.

Lunch for TMM and I is a Joma, the same french bakery chain that’s in Luang Prabang, a Mango Crumble, a coconut cake and an iced coffee (tick number 2 for the day) arrive and all is delicious. Tonights final dinner venue, KhopChaiDeu Vientiane is just over the street.

The day is hot and humid, not unusual, but it seems maybe a little bit more so than I’ve felt so I stay in and have a rest while Dale goes walking.

Tonights dinner is everyone except one person, a lovely night and very entertaining. We’ve been blessed to travel with a group that has people from all over the world, an age range of about 50 years, but the common bond of travel and adventure binds us together as a team – for whatever reason this group works and gets on together so well that it will be hard to leave them tomorrow.

A poem for the night seemed to go ok, at least nobody wanted to punch my head in because I’de insulted them. I also read The Copper Haired Girl to them as an opener and the new poem I called ” The Intrepid Trip” and it goes like this;

The Intrepid Trip                   Paul Reid      31st July 2022

I was thinking and a bit worried a long time before,
Who was I travelling with on the long awaited Intrepid Tour,
Who was our leader, who had to keep us in line,
And who were our fellow travellers, well we’d find out in time.

Its a long way across Thailand and down through Laos,
So it really concerned me as I packed a bag in my house,
That I’m so shy, so quiet, a real introvert it might be said,
How will I handle any pains in the bum, the people I dread.

There’s my travelling mate Dale aka The Maintenance Man,
He’s quiet until he’s not when people don’t stick to the plan,
He spends most of his time shopping for his daughter,
He calls me forgetful, and fixes Pak Beng’s running water.

Georgia is quiet, an independent a strong young woman,
She loves cats and bought one, not sure if that was the plan,
Hot spicy food she devours until her face turns bright red,
So hot it makes her nose run until she showers and goes to bed.

Aussie Dave, sixty five kilos, hollow legs not an ounce of fat,
Has travelled everywhere, knows music, mind like a steel trap,
He wears no underpants, he says he likes the airflow,
If he walks a bit funny, its because he’s gone full commando.

Robyn I met when she walked over at the hotel in Bangkok,
She wouldn’t give her age, but experience, she has a lot,
Every day as we journey Thailand, Laos and around,
She loses a phone or something else that has to be found.

Pink fan, disarming smile, Jesus don’t let her analyse me,
She wed Valentin not long ago after he asked “marry me”,
She disarmed him, poor fellow didn’t see it when she hit,
She’s good fun, would you let her in your head to sort out your shit?

Valentin, full of knowledge, has a German political view,
Of the world and where things sit and who’s who in the zoo,
He found her on the internet and they’re on the honeymoon,
Mate, listen I’ve been married 44 years its not all gloom.

She’s tall and artistic, a mother a copper and she looks fit,
If I was in trouble I’d call Ange cause I know one look and they’d quit,
She likes bubbles and ducks out for the occassional smoke,
I don’t like either really but I’m not sayin a thing, no joke.

A maths teacher once but now not one no more,
He’s good at euchre, knows his trumps and how to score,
The chilli king can handle the heat and eats spicy food
American David mixes with everyone and is never rude.

Shepparton is his home town, Melbourne where he lives,
We’re all better off for all the advice that Matt gives,
He throws down beer like he knows what he likes
Especially in Chiang Mai after 30k on old push bikes.

This Canadian gal lived in Malaysia it was her home,
She’s Asia savvy travelling with friends and alone,
The school mam watches over us like a mother hen
Keeps us on track when we wander off now and then.

Bruce, Bruce, is that your name, I didn’t hear, say it again,
I don’t understand, I can’t do it, is the constant refrain
You disappear at night and sometimes during the day
Silence is golden so say nothing when there’s nothing to say.

And two Irish lads, Ben the the elder Mark so young
Fit in with us middling and old farts and join in the fun
We’re so glad you came along on your adventure with us,
Because you dropped our average 10 years without any fuss.

Sak joins us at the border he guides us through Lao,
The history, the war and where US landmines hit farmers ploughs
Him and Naa in the land of elephants, jungle and waterfall,
Answer our questions, guide us and make sure we don’t fall.

Our leader she watches where we are, she really cares,
Don’t go near the edge, don’t climb in with the bears,
Here is a plan but do what you want, don’t go too far,
If you get lost this my number, remember my name is Naa.

Some go home and some continue the SE Asian loop
It’s been good fun and I think areally  great group
Sayonara, Ciao, Kap Kum Kah,  Sabaidee, Khop Jai Li Li
Thanks for your company, tomorrow it’s bye bye..

Paul Reid   31st July 2022

The food and the bar at the restaurant in Vientiane are great and the last of us leave the bar at about 11.30pm, walking back tot he hotel in the drizzling rain. ts been great, we’ll see the group at breakfast before we all head in our different directions. Tomorrow we fly to Phuket for a relaxing break.

Ciao from Vientiane – Pauolo

It was steamy last night, the air con worked overtime and the windows looking over the mountains fogged up this morning. Walk outside and glasses and cameras fog up immediately.

Not sure if I’ll be going to the Blue Lagoon, I had a bit of Vang Vieng belly early this morning and have taken imodium to slow the flow but not confident its sorted just yet. I’m leaning towards not going and being certain it’s fixed so I can go kayaking this afternoon. Too much information I know, but this is my blog not yours.

So I have a shower, relax in the air con and call the home office, The Navigator and The Mechanic who are in Sydney shopping. The Melanoma Institute has given them a clear card, just the excuse she needs to take her poor suffering son shopping. I also call Sister 1 and Sister 2 and give them a look at the view for the room window which is spectacular. Sister 1 travelled to Laos a few years ago and loves Laos, Luang Prabang in particular. Sister 2 and family have booked Thailand (refundable) for Christmas but have not yet booked flights as The Waitress has just started a full time job and not 100% certain she can get away.

I’ll insert some of The Maintenance Man’s photos of this morning activities that I missed.

OK, its late afternoon now, TMM (remember him?) has returned from the Blue Lagoon and apparently they did the kayaking up there already and if I go kayaking it will be by myself, so I have decided to make today a full rest day. Should I throw a little sooky fir – nah, not orth it! My belly feels good now, so we head the the bakery for a snack and a coffee lunch, I’m looking forward to an iced cappuchino – twice today I’ve ordered iced cuppuchino’s and got hot ones and bugger me dead it happens again. TMM gets a mango shake which is large, cold and nutricious, he feels, not as nutriscious (how do you spell that word – what I have looks wrong) as a coke and I have to help him drink it to cool my core temperature down from all the hot coffees today. Hot drinks in this part of the world at this time of the year are not the best decision, don’t they speak f….g English up here? Sorry, just realised most of them don’t, so its my problem not theirs, as it gets pointed out to me by TMM (remember him?)

Its dripping humidity, and a storm is forecast for late this afternoon, its late this arvo now and it has only just drizzled then stopped. No wonder they call this time of the year psycho season, it could drive you a little around the corner. TMM and I go for a walk around Vang Vieng, there isn’t a lot to see besides restaurants, massage places, small shops, adventure tour operators and other odds and sods of business’s and like a lot of these places the streets are pretty dirty lots off plastic and rubbish but it is a third world country,very poor, but offset by gentle natured people living in a beautiful country. A massage is order of the day to kill an hour.

Dinner tonight is 7.30, mystery venue yet to be determined. I’ll go easy on the guts tonight, don’t want a repeat of last night. Late mail – we’re at Luang Prabang Bakery tonight, so I’m going to see if the buggers can get the iced cappuchino right this time.

OK, dinner tonight I decide to skip Iced Cappuchino and go for a beer, my gut is telling me it’s all ok to proceed with the fine amber fluid as its cool, refreshing, has no caffiene to keep me awake and is most likely to turn up as it should in a bottle thats not f….g hot. As well as a low risk drink I go for a low risk meal in Bagun Beef Burger & Chips, “Bagun” is Lao for bacon – I’m almost multi lingual with all that free time today, it wasn’t all a waste of time.

It’s a great night, great company and good fun, a few poems and a few shared memories of our lives. The trip seems to have gone so quickly that it only seems like yesterday that we met at the hotel in Bangkok, with a little bit of trepitdation wondering if we’d like these people, where they came from, will it be fun, the answer has been yes to everything except for one person who never participates in anything. I’ll miss the company of young people and people not so young, who share the passion for travel, seeing new things, challenging themselves to see new things in the world. Its been a wonderful trip, although tomorrow nights final dinner will be a lot of fun, I’m looking forward to that.

Tomorrow we are on the road for 3 hours heading for Vientiane, the capital of Laos, back on the Mekong River again with Thailand just across the river.

Cheers & Ciao from Vang Vieng, Laos – Pauolo the failed coffee consumer

We duck up to Joma – the French bakery and get coffee and croisants for breakfast, so good. 8.30am we load up the 2 minivans for the trip to Van Vieng, 7+ hours over a very rough road. The journey from Luang Prabang to Vientiane can be done in 2 hours on the Chinese financed train but we do it the hard way. the trip by road would be 7 hours to Vang Vien + 3 hours to Vientiane.

Vang Vien is a former US airforce base in the Vietnam war, I think Mel Gibson was in a movie based on that base called Air….. something. It was also an adventure spot for young Australians and Americans with lots of drugs involved. We hear about the Aussie who drowned after swimming after having a mushrrom milkshake. Americans stupid Aussies stupider. The town is on the Nam Song River, quite a fast flowing river.

The road is long, winding, steep and so rough its unbelievable the vehicles can handle it, The road is narrow and passing trucks on corners is a hair raising experience which happens often.

The limestone karst mountains are pointy and steep with jungle and the occassional paddock cleared for some sort of farming. Quite often you are looking over a cliff edge as you drive, its a bit scary, probably not as scary as the road up to Kathmandhu but rougher. There are plenty of great photo shots but rarely is there room to stop a vehicle. One of our passengers virtually yelled at the driver to stop so he could get a photo, needless to say this person is now on everyones blacklist.

Lunch is at a spot the is 1350 metres above sea level and we climb higher again, maybe to 1500-1600 meters above see level. As we get closer to Vang Vien you can see rice paddies on the lower country.

We arrive in Vang Vien pretty busted, so its a quick orientation walk around after we get our gear to the rooms then dinner before retiring for the night. Tomorrow we’re going for a swim at the Blue Lagoon and after that some of us are kayaking don the river.

Ciao from Pauolo