Krabi is a mecca for tourists from all over: we’ve heard Dutch and German, Japanese and Mandarin, French and Slavic, and British-Canadian-Australian English.
Thailand’s beach communities feel like similar world hot-spots: Miami in Florida and Antalya in Turkey.
Vendors bark their wares: cold drinks and massages in the markets, and, on the sea side, long-tailed boats sell coconut water, coca-cola and smoothies.
People of all girths and tattoos parade on the beach: grandmas in bikinis and children with ballooned swim-fins.
We slather on 50-plus sun block and, from time to time, sympathize with the pink-hued sunburned newcomers.
Some of the women sport belly-button art and others are adorned with false eyelashes.
You can tell the long-timers by their bronzed skin, but we found suntans don’t necessarily make you more attractive, just more chargrilled.
We discover fruits galore to munch: pineapples, papaya, mango, dragon fruit, apples, oranges and bananas.
Fish is ubiquitous: more shrimp than we’ve ever eaten, and sea bass, sea snakes and squid.
So meals are a combination of noodles and rice with seafood, chicken or pork.
But even the Thai beaches can’t get away from hamburgers and pizza.
Our hotel staff folk are sweet and kind, unlike the beach-staff who face rude foreigners daily.
In contrast, our getaway–the farthest from the beach yet only a 15-minute walk–is peaceful and bucolic, perhaps because wine at dinner is the only alcohol sold.
But plentiful bars dot the landscape, encouraging folks to par-tay.
Hip-hop and reggae tunes entice the land-lubbers, who can take advantage of Happy Hour starting at 2 p.m.
Tucked under our mosquito net, we rise at 6 a.m. when birds begin their arias and the long-tailed boats rev their engines.
We sit on the deck with hot drinks and watch the sun rise from the sea while the boats cut through the waves, making a picture-perfect postcard.
19 March 2017