Actually, we weren't on the beach that 'The Beach' was filmed on--but we were close by. Signage in Thailand is plauged by a kolidescope of possible English spellings of Thai words. So -- we were at the Nai Kon, Naithon, or Nai Ton beach, depending on where you look. It is on the West side of Phuket -- a little strip of perfect gold sand, flanked by tropical evergreen trees, the a perfect shallow wake of warm waves to swim in. We were sucked in to the delicious vibe of the quiet little town and stayed until yesturday. We spent one day diving off the East coast of Phuket; but mostly, we just wandered around barefoot and sandy.
We also rented a car for a couple days. And, while I knew I married a man with great skill, I was still in awe of his ability to drive both on the 'wrong' side of the car and the 'wrong' side of the road while navigating around seas of motocycles, tuk tuks and pedestrians. I tried to capture it in 20 second videos for your viewing pleasure at a later time.
The diving was not spectacular, but was pleasant and pretty. They were good first dives for Ms. Nora, who is now certified. The three of us have started to jointly read Love in the Time of Cholera -- and William is as awed by Marquez as I hoped he would be.
I miss the ocean so much. It was good to languish a bit in the salt water.
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