Everyone is looking for some kind of paradise when they go to islands in Thailand, but to be honest it is a little hard to find these days. A lot of places hold promise, but often you are let down by overcrowding, shabby accommodation, or beaches that just don’t deliver.
Koh Kood is a nice compromise between development, facilities, local culture, and untouched white sand beaches. Five hours in a van from Bangkok, 2 hours on a boat, 45 minutes in the back of a pick up truck and hello Laem Ton Son beach, Koh Kood.
If you can pull yourself away from the beach, to take a short trip across the jungle covered island there are fishing villages to provide a spectacle of local lifestyle and an eye-opening view of life on the boats.
The island isn’t perfect. Snorkelling was really not good at all. But one thing it does have going for it, is that it is not crowded. Admittedly it was low season, but I walked for an hour around the coast without seeing another soul. If thats not cathartic I don’t know what is.
You know those healthy eating shows where they dump a week worth of junk food on the table to shock a contestant into understanding how much rubbish they put in their body?
Imagine if we used that same demonstration to represent how much rubbish we throw into our oceans every week. Would we have a wheel barrow full? A truck trailer? A super tanker?
I am used to seeing bits of trash in the high tide line when I go to the beach, but a recent walk around the deserted coast of a remote island shocked me more than anything I’ve seen previously.
The grim evidence I witnessed was only what the ocean has thrown back on this one coast line, I can’t bear to think what circulates in the currents 30 feet below the surface.
‘Get busy livin, or get busy dying’ - Andy Dufresne, Shawshank Redemption.
Well actually, I wondered if there might be some irony in this philosophy when I accepted an offer to join my friend (also named) Andy, in a bike ride from Bangkok to the Gulf of Siam.
As someone who never cycles there was a distinct possibility that taking on this ride could kill me!
But meh! all aboard or be bored.
So I hired a bike from spice roads, made a special request for a nice soft seat and I quickly became very excited about the adventure ahead! Andy had heard about the ride from a friend of his who wrote a great blog post after doing it themselves. He also directed me to another post about it, by Richard Barrow who is a very well known Blogger in Thailand.
If you are planning to do it yourself check out those blogs and take a good phone with GPS which you can follow, back up power pack, and make sure you have sunscreen!
Being a massive supporter of the Classroom of Hope organisation it seemed a good opportunity for me to do some fundraising for the kids too. Thanks to my generous supporters I raised over $380… and that my friends is gettin busy livin!
The Buffalo skulls at Wat Hua Krabeu: The collection has seen better days, it is now a rapidly degrading pile, peppered with weeds and junk.
On the route back, we passed through a small street market just south-west of Bang Krachao (Bangkoks green lung). It was a little like being in a different city as there were rickshaws everywhere.
So long as you step up, you can get things underway.
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I’m not doing anything crazy, but I’m doing something. What would you do?
What do you want to be? Or are you already there?
If you could work at whatever you chose, then what would it be?
What is it that you would retire from, into a settled state of being, with a feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction. For some, the answer will be that they are living that dream now. For others, each day moves them closer to those goals. Many feel as though they will never be that which they dream of.
There are those who dream everyday and those who have cast their dreams aside; only looking at them in secret times when their here and now isn’t watching.
While one dreams of a life working in sciences or medicine, another will wish for nature and tranquility. Some think of giving to others and some of taking everything for themselves.
Whatever you dream or wish to work at have you given up on it yet?
Luang Prabang in Laos was such a wonderful place to see. It was my first view of the Mekong river and I loved the idea that I was finally floating on a river that has filled so many pages, so many films and so many dreams. The town itself is clearly geared for tourists but somehow it manages to retain a slow and untouched feel.
Tourist spectacles are such, for a good reason. They are usually the foundation or formation of the culture that exists today so I try to make an effort to visit them when I can. However, the truth is I’m not a ‘touristy’ type of traveller, I prefer to ‘do it my own way’.
The big problem I have is that in my effort to understand and feel at one with the places I visit, I’m often surrounded by hundreds of others trying to do the same. It makes me feel a bit shallow. So in an effort to escape the masses, I try to find a slightly different perspective of the same view. I don’t always manage that. After all, so many have been before.
Still, I’d rather be one of the few, than one of the many.
Standing at the edge of the Bangkok cityscape are four derelict stairwells. Their simplistic uniformity and broken strength are an odd juxtaposition to the gleaming glass and steel around them. Reaching 40 stories into the sky they beckon at the eye and tease your imagination.
The earth around these towers is torn part with rusting steel reinforcment beams and huge chunks of broken concrete. The base of the towers is exposed at 2 levels below ground and the site has filled with water deep enough for fish to start living there. Access to the inner stairwell begins at level 3, requiring a mix of knee deep wading into the waters around the base, balancing on submerged concrete, climbing onto broken edges of the remaining floors, and scaling a rudimentary wooden scaffolding to get to the first flight of stairs.
Once inside, the first four flights are pitch black, causing concern for what waits above, then the light breaks through as you climb higher with a view at the summit to match the best sky bar in Bangkok.
Mr Bai is not at school today. He is about 14 years old.. There were heavy rains last night and they came through the roof of the house where he lives with his grandmother. He is the man of the house so he is home today to fix it. Sometimes he works as a ferryman, taking people or things across the slow mud brown river that runs alongside the village. He makes some money doing that. It is difficult for him to see what the future holds much further away than the end of the season.
My friend Duncan could see a future for him though. Duncan met Mr Bai back in 2012. He saw something special in this boy and signed him into a scholarship program with Classroom of Hope. He made sure Mr Bai has books, a uniform and special attention from a local NGO to ensure he keeps up his studies.
The school director says he is a bright boy.
It is a strange thing when your life is provided with a new set of possibilities. You can side-step the motion of circumstances, deliberately avoiding any chance of being caught up. Or, you can encourage, embrace and get involved in those circumstances, allowing them to sweep you away in their jet stream… sometimes to dark uncomfortable places that are hard to come back from, and sometimes to places that enlighten you, enrich you and set you on a path of discovery and adventure that you never dreamed possible.
Last week I was in that place. The latter. On the back of a bike, on a dusty road, in Cambodia.
I am not a profesional photographer. I don’t take pictures to make money. I am not trained, award winning, or recognised. But last week the motion of circumstances around me over the last year put me in rural Battambang, as a field photographer for the NGO Classroom of Hope.