Canoe trip

Still in Phuket, Thailand, I left at a more respectable hour for a canoe tour of what I think is referred to as James Bond Island. This is because of one of the JB films based there. This tour was highly recommended by other Aussies I spoke to, and whilst it wasn’t a thrill a minute, it was pretty enjoyable.

Not too much to share photo-wise on this one, as I don’t want to throw up endless images of blue skys, green water, and impressive tall mountainous islands. You can Google “Phuket” for those shots.

The fabled light at the end of the tunnel. I should send this to those left working for Coles.

Inside this cave were a stack of fruit bats hanging from the ceiling. (What’s the correct term for a group of bats? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? I reckon it’s an Ozzy of Bats.) They stunk, and you can imagine how little air there was in there as the tide rose.

One of the cutest things in the ocean is the mud-skipper. This one looks like she needs to reapply her lipstick though.

Each of the boats had a guide to tell us about what we were seeing, as well as do the actual paddling. One of them was nick-named King Kong, for very obvious reasons. He was a huge for a young guy, and a riot. He fell out of the canoe at one stage, showing off for the two girls in his boat by trying to balance standing up. My guide told me in an earnest voice that all the other guides encouraged him to exercise regularly, and they assisted by doing so with him every day during their breaks.

This was their exercise – hackysack. Everytime you miss the sack, or kick it badly, you have to do a lap of the group. He was terrible at it, and they kept kicking it to him. That’s him messing another one up right now.