I know this little lot I'm putting up now has as much to do with Khao Sak as Marks and Spencer's, Freeman Hardy & Willis, W H Woolworth's, Abbot and Costello or The Man from Uncle, but it doesn't really matter.
Maybe Marmite in his wisdom and power can make an amendment to the title and simply put it down as Khao Lak and Beach Resort Thoughts?
Anyhow, I was simply looking at some photographs earlier today and came across a few that I thought would be of general interest and had no desire to start of an additional thread, four on the go at any one time is more than enough for anyone to contend with.
The above is a photograph taken about three years back from Long Island resort on Lamai Beach.
Many years ago Lamai had the edge with regards to the back packing community, it was possible to rent high stilted bungalows, basic with corrugated tin roofs on the beach itself for about Bt100 a night or even less as the competition hotted up. It was fantastic being in bed on a stormy night, the waves pounding at the large telegraph pole type stilted legs below and the torrential rain like machine gun fire on the tin roof. Hot and sticky, no electric, just candle light and a torch or two.
Really hot and sticky.
Those were spectacular nights.
Wow!
Now the same is well and truly eclipsed by Chaweng but the Island has in my opinion lost the magical beauty it once enjoyed.
I can remember back in the late 1980's and early nineties we had regular fires burning away on the beaches and the beer would flow along with the song from guitarists and would be stars of tomorrow.
The stout powerfully built Thai with the large yoke across his shoulders would walk like a baby elephant through the white sand toting as many as six large crates of bottled Singha, how he lifted that contraption and carried it along like he did, I will never know. He certainly didn't look that strong..
Singha singha. singha singha beer!
We used to make a bit of a trip from Bangkok, picking up a hire car from Wireless Road and driving down to Hua Hin, we always stayed the first night at Eddies place. He charged Bt200 including a breakfast of egg on toast.
We rarely made Don Sac in time for the last ferry the following day either, stopping off at Chumphon and such places of untold pleasures and delights.
There were a couple of places we stayed at overnight in the Don sac area, I can't recall the names at this very moment in time, but it will come. We should have some old photographs as well so I'll get Flobo to rummage about for them in due course. Women like doing things like that.
It was in 1999 when we went to Samui and took my sister and her husband.
They weren't really cut out for Thailand if you know what i mean. More the Spain or Portuguese Al Garve type.
Samui had started to really grow, it was coining in in fast. Hotels were going up all over the place. The Islander was opened and they started a toilet cleaner and sweeper up at The Reggae Bar.
We found a little place called Long Island Resort on Lamai, it was OK too. Small bungalows from about Bt500 a night and a pleasant feel to the place. You had to watch out for Rupert though, the resident English language teacher who spent his days conning every visitor to the place as well as every bar and eating outlet on the island. I often wonder what ever happened to Rupert, he simply disappeared and was never seen or heard of again.
This is a typical bungalow at Long Island.
The place was owned and run by Des (English) and his Thai wife Chimi in those days and for a year or two after it was a great place to be.
The very first Temptation Island TV programme was run there, Des put a swimming Pool in and built some more contemporary bungalows on the beach front, it was quite a place to go for a few years.
We always rented this particular beach bungalow and enjoyed our stays there immensely.
Where was I, oh yes, my sister and her husband..
Funny this.