We were on our way to Phang Nga Bay – home to the sheer-sided sea mountains, caves “Hongs” and coves.
It never ceases to shock us that we see so much rubbish both in the water and on dry land.
As we made our way North there wasn’t much wind and the weather was a bit dull and rainy but it didn’t matter – it was just lovely to have our daughter on board with time to catch up and chat about all that had happened over the months since we had last been together.
We anchored at Koh Rang Yai, in a pretty little bay. We had the anchorage all to ourselves which was wonderful.
Going ashore was an easy ride. As we arrived a local fisherman who lived on the beach in a ramshackle hut greeted us and helped us tie up the dinghy to a tree.
There was a beautiful walk through the trees to the other side of the island. When we arrived there was no one there butwe had just settled at one of the beach cafes and a couple of huge tourist boats disgorged their passengers. It was interesting people-watching as they strutted up and down the beach taking “selfies”. We were particularly intrigued by the lengths some went to get the “money shot” – both photographer and subject lying or leaning in the most uncomfortable positions with smiles glued on their faces between gritted teeth.
After a cold drink we went for a stroll and made our way back to the dinghy so we could go back to Bali Hai for a swim round the boat.
That evening, just as we were eating dinner, there was an amazing fireworks display on the neighbouring island. It seemed as though the display was put on just for us and it was one of those magical moments you get when cruising on your boat.