Koh Yao Noi is a large island between Pkuket and Krabi off which we anchored hoping to buy lunch. On arriving at the pier we were picked up by An, a taxi driver who for £1 would take us to a restaurant. F
irst he decided to take us to his house to meet Opal, his wife. She was a Buddhist in a Muslim community, a divorcee and pretty to boot. She had met some opposition from the locals and we had an interesting conversation before all four of us went on a long drive to Sunset Restaurant. Kathy and I were very hungry and the delicious food took some time to cook. An drove us straight back to the pier where the dinghy was aground; water deep enough to row in was about 200 yards along the pier (ah, that’s why the pier was so long). Jeremy dragged the new dinghy to the deeper water, the mud occasionally reaching half way up his thighs. Kathy gave encouragement from the pier.
After a three hour motor the next morning, we anchored close to the fishermen’s wharf well south of Krabi. At that time we did not know it was well south of Krabi. Leaving the dinghy tied behind a smart, but derelict trawler, we thought we were walking towards Krabi. A tuk tuk driver stopped and offered to take us to the PP Pier for 20 Baht each. This seemed reasonable and we explained we wanted to go to Krabi. The taxi driver was doubtful, but decided he had nothing to l
ose so he took us anyway. Dropping us off at the pier the driver pointed vaguely in a direction we took to mean Krabi. As we set off he changed his mind and offered to take us all the way to Krabi for 100 Baht (£2). Under the circumstances we accepted with relief. He took us about three kilometres through very windy roads and at last dumped us at the Krabi pier. We had lunch in the LP recommended Mark and May’s and found a tuk tuk to take us to the Wat Tham Seua, or The Tiger Cave Buddhist Temple. A fascinating place, busy but not crowded, it had a walk to the top of a pinnacle some 1237 steps or 600 metres above the Tiger’s Cave. We decided to climb the steps, after all both of us had climbed Durham Cathedral – how bad could it be?
irst he decided to take us to his house to meet Opal, his wife. She was a Buddhist in a Muslim community, a divorcee and pretty to boot. She had met some opposition from the locals and we had an interesting conversation before all four of us went on a long drive to Sunset Restaurant. Kathy and I were very hungry and the delicious food took some time to cook. An drove us straight back to the pier where the dinghy was aground; water deep enough to row in was about 200 yards along the pier (ah, that’s why the pier was so long). Jeremy dragged the new dinghy to the deeper water, the mud occasionally reaching half way up his thighs. Kathy gave encouragement from the pier.After a three hour motor the next morning, we anchored close to the fishermen’s wharf well south of Krabi. At that time we did not know it was well south of Krabi. Leaving the dinghy tied behind a smart, but derelict trawler, we thought we were walking towards Krabi. A tuk tuk driver stopped and offered to take us to the PP Pier for 20 Baht each. This seemed reasonable and we explained we wanted to go to Krabi. The taxi driver was doubtful, but decided he had nothing to l
ose so he took us anyway. Dropping us off at the pier the driver pointed vaguely in a direction we took to mean Krabi. As we set off he changed his mind and offered to take us all the way to Krabi for 100 Baht (£2). Under the circumstances we accepted with relief. He took us about three kilometres through very windy roads and at last dumped us at the Krabi pier. We had lunch in the LP recommended Mark and May’s and found a tuk tuk to take us to the Wat Tham Seua, or The Tiger Cave Buddhist Temple. A fascinating place, busy but not crowded, it had a walk to the top of a pinnacle some 1237 steps or 600 metres above the Tiger’s Cave. We decided to climb the steps, after all both of us had climbed Durham Cathedral – how bad could it be?The view from the top was fabulous. Many people had to rely on hearsay for this information. It is a
curious thing about the people of S E Asia, they are very small but they build very high steps. Of course I was fine, but Kathy did struggle on some steps where I had to give her a “leg up”. This climb was difficult. Going down was a little easier and we were surrounded by monkeys eating the food donated by visitors, just next to the signs saying “DO NOT FEED THE MONKEYS”. Ah well. We needed tomatoes, fruit and two taxis back to SD. Not knowing where exactly SD was made this difficult. Finally we caught our second taxi by asking to go to PP Pier. This worked and once inside the taxi Kathy recognised our side road and we ended up at the Fisherman’s wharf where the dinghy was AGROUND in the mud. Fortunately the tide was coming in and the sea just a few yards away. 
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