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Koh Tarutao November 6, 2005

Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.

This photographless article brings back many a (n almost) happy memory of this nicely remote island on Thailand’s southern Andaman coast. As described in the article, although somewhat touristy, the island is not built up or developed as it is part of a national park and was therefore a million times nicer than the other touristy beach resorts I stayed at in Thailand. I can’t remember the names of the places I trudged to, but the journalist’s treks sound very familiar, so we must have trodden the same paths. The one mega-trudge was from the northern tip of the island to the long and deserted beach on the island’s west coast. 8km, if I remember rightly, through squawky jungle, and it was bliss. Although the signs for the king cobras on the roadside did bring on a hint of nerves, be it said (they didn’t present themselves, thankfully). Monkeys galore. Massive fuck-off birds. And the loudest, singing insects known to God’s clean earth. Something the size of a cockroach making the noise of a car alarm. Quite a shock when it goes off under your bed in the middle of the night. Thailand was a touristy hellhole, in many ways, but Koh Tarutao and Bangkok were at least more Thai than the pure tourist havens and, as such, a helluva lot nicer. And glorious sunshine in February means you can forgive Thailand a lot, of course. As the five-month month of November settles into doing its worst here – pitch black at 4 – I have a feeling my magnanimity would currently know no bounds.



1. Foreign parts « BiB - November 21, 2006

[…] The only countries I have been to in the tropics are Mexico and Thailand. Mexico wasn’t at all a worry on the creepy-crawly front, and Thailand wasn’t nearly as much of a worry as it could have been. The only close brushes with fauna were on Koh Tarutao, which I’ve mentioned before, but, in spite of the warnings for cobras and scorpions, and the knowledge that the island was home to crocodiles only 20 or so years ago, the only startling moment was the singing insects. […]

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