Un petit sourire pour mon appareil-photo ? Koh Yao Noi, Thaïlande, février 2009.

Peaceful adventures in Koh Yao Noi

  Thailand: Islands - February 2009

Dear English-speaking readers, this page is an automatic Google translation from a post originally written in French. My apologies for the weird sentences and the funny mistakes that could have been generated during the process. If you can read French, the original and correct version can be found here:

Tonight I leave Koh Yao Noi. The minibusEden Divers I get back to Phuket and I will spend the night on the dive boat. Tomorrow, first bubbles in the Andaman Sea! In the meantime, here are new pictures of the so peaceful little island of Koh Yao Noi.

Koh Yao Noi: the return of the revenge of the camera

Yes, my faulty camera has been cooperative! :-)

I take hope. As long as I can do some underwater photos! The dive cruise lasts four days. You will know everything when I return on March 7th ... What a suspense!

In any case, I really congratulate myself for choosing Koh Yao Noi to sniff me and acclimatize me gently.

La plage du Lom'Lae Resort. Koh Yao Noi, Thailande. Février 2009.

Le matin, j'admire le lever du soleil depuis la terrasse de mon bungalow. Koh Yao Noi, Thailande. Février 2009.

There is not much to do here, except boat or motorcycle rides. Even kayaking and cycling for real sportsmen or real brave (which I am not).

And that's good.

My life as an adventurer

On the grounds that I often travel alone, in far away countries, without planning too much in advance, I am sometimes told that I am an "adventurer". But I live on quiet adventures, really.

😆

A little recap of my adventures of adventurer in Koh Yao Noi ...

Crossing a forest of rubber trees, with leaking trunks of latex, by a small road taken at random. Except for a few mosquitoes that ate my ankles when I stopped to look at the latex mats drying, no threat to the horizon.

Le latex qui suinte de l'écorce de l'hévéa écorché est recueilli dans un petit pot. Koh Yao Noi, Thaïlande. Février 2009.

Sous les hévéas, les tapis de latex sèchent. Koh Yao Noi, Thaïlande. Février 2009.

I did not even get lost. A road in ocher land soon brought me back to the main road, hard.

So, go to the village, to buy mosquito at Seven-Eleven. Ah, this little ding-dong inimitable when you push the door! I narrowly escape bronchitis, given the chilled atmosphere inside ...

Le bourg de Koh Yao Noi. Thaïlande, février 2009.

Then stop at a seller of clothes, which is also cyber café in the back of his shop, to pick up the mails and respond to comments on the blog.

Leaving, mandatory break at the crepe market, because a chocolate pancake at 10 baht, it does not refuse.

Un petit pancake ? Koh Yao Noi. Thaïlande, février 2009.

There, I sympathize with the women seated in the small restaurant next door. And I play the tourists without complex, aiming my goal towards the children, too happy to have a camera that works.

Un petit sourire pour mon appareil-photo ? Koh Yao Noi, Thaïlande, février 2009.

Étal de fruits au marché de Koh Yao Noi. Thaïlande, février 2009.

Sequence emotion, then, on the dirt road that leads to the beach of Lom Lae Resort ... A baby buffalo and his mom, impressive big horns graze along a dry rice field.

The kid is cute and approaches me, intrigued.

Le petit buffle est nettement plus sympathique que sa maman, dont les grosses cornes m'inquiètent. Koh Yao Noi, Thaïlande, février 2009.

The mother does not like and pretends to chase me away. She may be attached, she manages to scare me.

Little adrenaline rush. I run away, my heart beating.

Station to the coconut falls!

Other than that, not much to fear on this island. Everyone leaves his bike with the key on it and you can be a farang, a stranger, a tourist, we do not scam you on your small shop at the market. It relaxes…

Oh, all the same: you have to watch out for the coconut falls! 😜

Un des rares dangers qui menacent, sur l'île: la chute de noix de coco! Koh Yao Noi, Thaïlande, février 2009.

It's funny, but it's a real danger. Every year, good coconuts kill more people around the world than sharks, for example.

A policeman renting bungalows

Pramot, the guy who holds Tabaek View Point where I live, is a policeman. He started his small business of bungalows six years ago with his Japanese wife, Kazuyo. He is an adorable talker, who goes out of his way to help his clientele.

His job at the police station takes him up to four hours a day ... This is to say if the crime is developed on this island.

He came to live here because life is easier and easier than in Phuket, and he gets the same salary. He does not like the city.

Pramot et sa femme Kazuyo, sur la terrasse du resto de Tabeak Viewpoint. Koh Yao Noi, Thaïlande. Février 2009.

Yesterday, as I rather wanted earthly adventures as you know (bullfighting with rice buffaloes, meeting with the native market, hide and seek with mosquitoes under rubber trees), I even declined his invitation to a free BBQ party for lunch, on the small island opposite.

Pramot offers crabs and grilled fish on the beach, those who stay more than five days at home ... This was the case of a couple of Swiss Germans and a German. He offered me to join them, "for free". Really nice.

I hope I did not get too upset by refusing. But as I'm going on a boat and in the water for four days, that I've already offered myself a ride in the bay, it did not tell me anything to go back on a long-tail boat, to hear German talk during the walk, the swimming and the lunch ... People who looked kind, moreover, but older than me, and with whom I did not feel at first hooked atoms. Short.

It's always like that, when traveling alone. Everyone wants to invite you to join a group, an activity, a meal. The day before, I had already refused a snorkeling tour organized by Koh Yao Bungalows (with a family of Germans, still ... they know all the good plans, the Germans!).

It is not always easy to make people understand, with good intentions, that you do not necessarily want to have company.

  Thailand: Islands - February 2009

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