48 hours underwater and 8½ hours on it

Are we meant to be this wet?

Are we meant to be this wet?

I was already conscious when Dave brayed on my door shortly after 7am. I grabbed my bags to stow them in the dive shop and we hopped onto another taxi into town. No time for breakfast, and no real room in my tummy for it with all the stuff from the previous night.

We ended up crossing the Bans Boat to get to Sunshine’s own which meant we had it pretty much to ourselves. Only a couple of trainee instructor groups who we’d not see underwater and two of the other guys who were diving separately. One chap almost didn’t make it onto the Bans when his flip-flop gave way as he clambered onto one of the tyres hanging from the side. Four people managed to haul him up before he vanished down between the boats, thankfully.

Your name's not on the list...

Your name's not on the list...

First off, we hit the Japanese Garden. Nearby is a recent wreck, an old dive boat dragged out there less than a year ago. Very little has grown on it as yet, just a thin film of fuzz. It would be interesting to see it again in a year or so.

Surrounding the wreck are many small holes, each of which is guarded by a fish. Hover nearby and you can watch a sizeable shrimp (I guess) run out with clawfuls of rubble that it deposits before scarpering back insode to do more digging. Get too close and the fish backs into the hole to stop as some kind of guard.

Over at the Garden itself, there’s little in the way of large fish life although plenty of coral, anemones, nudibranches and so forth. Dave was “attacked” by a rather tenacious pilot fish that wanted to “clean” the back of his knee until I managed to swish it away.

Coral and fish

Coral and fish

At the end of the dive we got a message to re-submerge right by the boat where the instructor group was. One of them had found some kind of stone fish – very rare and hard to spot with its camoflague. Also rather nasty if you touch it, so they’d had to move the group over a few metres to stay away from it. With Dave’s help, I managed to get some great shots.

After lunch, we dived at White Rock, this time cameraless as my battery had given up the ghost. Again, another hour or so of underwater bliss and plenty of things to see and wiggle my fingers at. Without the camera I concentrated more on my own air use and buoyancy – always useful. This dive saw me go above a total of 48 hours – 2 whole days – spent underwater.

Stone fish

Stone fish

I decided back on board to see about leaving for Kuala Lumpur later the same day. Although I could happily manage another two dives, it would be more expense and my liver was crying for a night off. For 1600 Baht, I got a ticket leaving on the 9pm night boat to Surithanni, then bus from there all the way to KL – arrival 10:30 the following night.

I booked a hostel through Hostelbookers, sorted out my dues, said my goodbyes and took my taxi into town a couple of hours to check in. With my spare time, I popped into Dirty Nallie’s for a pizza and use of the free wi-fi. Where I spotted I had a reply from the hostel saying they were full. Annoying as I’d paid a deposit on the assurance the booking was confirmed. I rebooked elsewhere, did some emails and legged it onto the boat.

"Cosy" is one word

"Cosy" is one word

It’s a “sleeper” boat and gets to the mainland around 5:30am. It’s also rather cosy with each “berth” being a narrow mattress, touching those on either side. On my left was a Canadian girl and to the right was a chap I didn’t speak to. Needless to say, sleeping clothed was the common option! We set off dot on 9pm and by 10:30, the lights had been turned off.

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Fishing and grilling

Wall of fish

Wall of fish

I got up at a more reasonable hour and walked around to OK 2 Cottages up the road. The view from their restaurant while I had breakfast was fantastic. I just sat there for maybe two hours reading, then strolled back to Sunshine to get changed for my afternoon dives. This time we were on the “Bans Boat” – a boat owned by a large dive resort – so we got a taxi into town to hop onto it.

Today, Dave and I were accompanied by Jo; a bubbly Scouser on her Divemaster training course. Over the two dives, we saw a fair bit of stuff and helped Jo with her air use. Fortunately we didn’t see any trigger fish as apparently the last time she encountered some, she went through 60 bar of air panicking! After some discussion and figuring things out, I think Dave and I calculated that we both spend about twice as long breathing out as breathing in. I take roughly one second longer to breathe in than he does. The real trick is to stay calm and relaxed and enjoy yourself.

Maori wrass?

Maori wrass?

The first site we dived was South West Pinnacle and afterwards Aow Leuk which I’d done the previous afternoon.

Back at Sunshine I got talking to some of the staff and invited up to a barbeque which I couldn’t turn down. And didn’t. I grabbed some munchies, a couple of beers and the remains of my festival Jägerbombs to take with me and got a lift up.

It was a great night with many of the dive staff who knew each other from last year meeting up again. Our host, Victor, has a cottage up a hill with a disused open-air bar at the end of the street which is free for people to use. Good food, great company and plenty of booze.

Cute and unidentified

Cute and unidentified

I staggered back with a couple of the lads at around 1am, then had one more beer at the Easy Bar before heading back to my bedroom. I managed to get pretty well packed as I needed to check out in the morning and then tried to sleep. Of course, as I knew I had to get up in the morning for early dives, I kept waking up! Not ideal with a 7am rise and a belly full of beer.

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Diving in Ko Tao – day 1

Angel fish

Angel fish

Well, I wouldn’t have been awake to do the morning dives as I was awoken by Dave (my divemaster and buddy) at around half past midday. After a couple of hours’ sleep the evening before, I’d walked down to the Easy Bar on the beach and stayed till 2am downing Chang and talking to fellow divers. I guess I needed the 10 hours’ sleep I got afterwards. I certainly feel better now!

The two dives were quite close to the bay where I’m staying, so I only had time to get my kit ready before we arrived at the first: Shark Island. This was absolutely heaving with fish, and blessedly quiet of divers. There are enough dive spots around Ko Tao that I think they can afford to spread everyone over a wide area.

Sea cucumber having a meal

Sea cucumber having a meal

With water warmer (and clearer) than some baths I’ve had, it was a great hour or so. Only a shame we were limited timewise by the other divers on the boat, most of whom were doing their Divemaster course exercises. I think the fish here are about the friendliest I’ve seen yet, allowing me to get very close and snatch some decent photographs. This is a good thing because, as I mentioned before, the screen on the back of my camera is virtually unusable in low light now that the backlight’s failed. As such, I went snap-happy to try and make up. There should be some examples scattered around this post.

I’m glad to say that most of the pictures came out quite well. A personal highlight was spotting a couple of very large sea cucumbers (at least I think they were… I’m not great on identifying things) eating. They open one end of their body and feathery tendrils come out to sweep over rocks and tear off tasty morsels. Actually a very “pretty” way to eat as their mouthparts are decorated with nice patterns.

Pretty fish

Pretty fish

After a quick slice of pineapple, we maneuvered to the second site: Aow Leuk. This was more of a coral garden with fewer fish but some glorious examples of other sea life. Again, I took a ton of photos and tried to stay out of the way of the people doing navigation exercises.

We managed just short of an hour before surfacing and having a quick sunbathe on the way back. The weather is glorious, though the sunsets spoiled in the evening by cloud rolling in. It never seems to rain, although the ball lightning last night was amazing to watch.

Before I forget, the company I’m with is Sunshine Divers. All the kit it good, everyone seems happy, the boat is nice and the accommodation here is fine. The attached restaurant does decent Thai food (I’ve not tried anything else there yet) and there’s an internet place at 2 Baht per minute, which seems to be an island standard rate. It also keeps cutting out – also standard on Ko Tao!

Posing fish

Posing fish

I’m verging more towards spending an extra night here and rushing my way to KL early next week. It’s just so chilled and the diving’s so good. I’ll see how I feel by the weekend. If I remember what day it is.

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Diving off Koh Koun

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

We didn’t get a chance to grab breakfast as Simon was already waiting for us when we rose at 8:00. We hopped onto the awaiting tuk-tuk and sped off towards the dock on the far side of town.

Well, when I say “sped” I mean “crawled”. Simon reckoned he’d got the only slow driver in all of Sihanoukville. The 15-minute journey took us close to 25, but we munched oranges and waved at schoolchildren as we ambled past them. Or they ambled past us.

The dock’s in a much poorer part of town than where we’re staying. All of the houses are wooden, the streets dirty, the people… smiling, happy and busy with life. The streets here pretty much sum up what I love about areas like this in Asia. People are happier with what they have than many westerners who have consumer goods flowing out of their ears.

At the dock, we hopped on board the Aqua Age and set off on the two-hour journey to Koh Rung Samleom where Simon now lives. The journey wasn’t too bad as the sea was calm and the boat not too fast. We had some breakfast (more fresh fruit, a cuppa and – for Claire – some fresh boiled eggs) then settled down on the roof to catch up on sleep. I don’t think I slept as such, just dozed on and off as I was too tired to read. The sun wasn’t too strong so I don’t think I managed to add to my existing sunburn.

I'm outta here...

I'm outta here...

The only real thing of note we passed on the way was a small island crowded with what looked like Thai buildings. It (and two other as yet undeveloped islands nearby) have been bought by Russians and are used as “holiday homes”. At $800 per night. At the cheap up. The top rooms are $3000. Bear in mind there are no beaches or anything on these islands and you have to wonder why anyone would pay those sums to stay in a country known for being cheap. Can anyone say “money laundering“?

We pulled into the crystal clear waters of the jetty at the other end of our journey. The rickety wooden walkway took us onto the beach where children were being washed by a water pump. A short walk away was the House That Simon (and Martin) Built. One of the locals (imaginatively christened “One-Hand” by Simon – I’ll let you guess why) gave us a hand… erm… helped us with the stuff we had to carry. At the house we were introduced to “Cook” who… look, you can guess.

It’s an impressive building. The open forecourt is destined to be a restaurant but currently just houses a few hammocks and a basic chair/table setup. There’s a bar built, but which doesn’t have any beer at it as yet. Instead, the air compressor is situated there until they find a better home for it. The dive kit is stored in the outdoor loo as it’s the only lockable structure they currently have! Nice loo, though. Western style but with a manual flush (i.e. you throw a pan of water down it).

We were also introduced to the two kittens – Tiger and TigerTwo. Neither had realised that Tiger was a boy cat… they thought they’d inherited two sisters. Both are cute as buttons, though, and really well behaved.

Blue and yellow

Blue and yellow

Martin was to be my guide for the day. He’s from Holland, but has been here for several weeks on his second visit. He’s helped Simon build the bungalows they rent out and the restaurant we were stood in. I’d not be able to help. As they have no working freezer or fridge, they can’t keep food fresh for long so they have to eat what’s local – which means fish five nights out of seven. Ick.

Talking of fish, time to go and see some. As ever, excuse my naff descriptions as I still need to learn how to identify more species. Both dives were to be off the coast of the nearby Koh Koun island. Much smaller than the main one and completely uninhabited. We swam out, fully kitted, to the boat and climbed aboard then set out for the first dive site. This was to be a drift dive – as it happened with a nice slow current.

There were plenty of fish on this dive, including a large group of oversized zebra-patterned angel fish. Very thin, but about the size of your head and not at all shy. We encountered around a dozen of them shortly after entering the water and despite traveling some distance in the hour we were under, still had one hovering near us until the point when we surfaced.

Martin pointed out many nudibranches and interesting coral formations as we drifted along. After an hour, we surfaced as we had to fit in lunch and a second dive before heading back to the mainland before dark. I’d taken my new underwater housing down with me (sans camera) and I’m glad to say it didn’t leak at all.

A view of the island

A view of the island

Lunch was a healthy pork and stir-fried veg (and fish for those who wanted it). The cats happily accepted anything they were offered, including rice. Claire staggered up to the house overjoyed at having dived for the first time. She didn’t think she’d be able to manage it, but it seems that Simon can be rather persuasive. She only went down to about 3m, but was more than happy with this achievement.

We left them to go on to our second dive, this one at a shallower depth within a bay to look at smaller things. Again, a short ride out and into the water. The visibility here wasn’t so good, but this wasn’t an issue as we were looking for small things fairly close up. With Martin’s help, I managed to spot a few more nudibranches (nothing to top the beautiful near-white one we’d seen in the morning though – a shame I didn’t have the camera then), some sea-horses, a crab, some huge starfish and the best of the lot… a small octopus hiding inside a discarded shell.

It took all the strength in Martin’s hands to prise the shell open so I could take some photos of the octopus. Eventually, it gave up, released the shell and jetted off leaving three “clouds” of ink in its wake. I was expecting the ink to be… well… inky. The image you get when someone describes it is of pen ink forming a cloud. It’s not. It’s stringy and clumpy. Regardless, I was very lucky to be pressing the shutter just as the octopus began its run for freedom and caught it just as it “inflated” its head. The picture should be around here somewhere.

I hasten to add that we didn’t damage anything down there. We found some beautiful smooth shells – which were placed back where we found them. Anything we lifted so we could see around or under it was replaced. And the octopus will find another shell, I’m sure.

After the hour mark, we again surfaced and our captain picked us up. Enough time for a quick kit wash at the house, and back on the boat for our journey home. Martin accompanied us – his first trip to the mainland for over a week. He had to run back to get shoes as he forgot he’d need them!

Look at those colours

Look at those colours

I got some cracking shots of the sunset and we tuk-tuk’d back to the guest house for shortly before 19:00. I ran round to Scuba Nation to cancel my dives for tomorrow (and lost my deposit – hey-ho), had a shower and then we tootled off for dinner. Diving does give me an appetite and we decided to go for Monkey Republic again. After their promising show with the excellent breakfast, we reckoned their dinners would be OK. We weren’t wrong.

I had to finish Claire’s enormous chicken burger on top of my chicken strips and chips. And banana and chocolate shake. We each spent a paltry $5 including drinks on some ace grub. Two meals each, two full stomachs and two sets of taste buds saying “go to Monkey Republic if you’re in Sihanoukville and want superb food at a fantastic price”.

After some internet checkage, we went back to Thida’s where I checked on bus times. Think I’ll go direct to Phnom Penh tomorrow. If I’m really lucky I might make it there in time to get my Burmese visa application in early. Sooner the better. I’ve done Phnom Penh twice before so there’s not a lot there for me to see and do.

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Just chillin’

(Un)lucky 13

(Un)lucky 13

We were woken at around 11:00 by the maid knocking on our door. Thing is, we stayed out quite late. And got quite drunk. Most of the beach bars are charging around $1 for a beer (as low as 50c during the various happy hours) and it was too good to pass up. Mixed with a lack of sleep over the previous couple of nights, we had a good time chatting and boozing away with a ton of other people. I nabbed a $2 hot dog on the walk home which turned out to be surprisingly tasty. The beach area’s not bad. It reminds me a lot of Palolem in Goa, India although a lot smaller.

The maid told us which (cheaper) room to move to and we shifted downstairs. Our new abode still has a TV/DVD, but is much smaller and has no attached bathroom. It’s also fan rather than air-con. And $12 a night cheaper.

We opted to walk up the hill towards the nearby main road for food, just to see what the places were like up there. At random, we chose Monkey Republic and opted for their large Heartstopper English breakfast. Two sausages, two eggs, two hash browns (or chips), mushroom, tomato, toast, beans and a pot of tea… for $5.50. And no arguments with the quality, either. A great feed and highly recommended. Their accommodation also looked OK, although one girl there did say it was loud until around 2am as the bar plays music until 1am and it takes people a while to stagger off. If you’re staying there and intend to get to bed before then, get earplugs or try to nab a shack at the back away from the bar.

As with most places around here, though, getting a room means being there at the right time. Very few places have a booking system – you turn up when you turn up and your room is yours until you leave.

Mmm.... food

Mmm.... food

We also had a quick look at Utopia over the road. It looks OK, with a new pool being built and a large bar area. One of their resident dogs just had thirteen pups! Fortunately, there is another dog (bitch, technically) who’s pregnant so she’s helping nurse them. The accomodation, on the other hand, is what you’d expect for $2 (or free, if you spend your day encouraging people to go to the bar in the evening): mattresses on the floor in a dorm. There are lockers for your valuables, but even if I did want cheap crash space… they’re full.

Back toward the hotel and I popped into Scuba Nation who I’d chatted to last year with a view to doing my Dive Master with them. That’s wet season here, and therefore isn’t too busy hence why I ended up doing the course in Bali instead. They’d been really helpful, though, so I thought it only fair to pop by and see if I could do a dive or two with them.

The price of $85 for two dives, all inclusive, seemed pretty good so I signed up. My booking was based on two people going on the dive and there was one other person signed up for Tuesday, the next day they’re going out. However, he hadn’t yet confirmed as he himself had booked in the hope someone else would join him. I left a deposit and my number, and they agreed to SMS me once he rang.

Bye bye, Kermit

Bye bye, Kermit

By 6pm, I’d not had a message from them. However, we had located a nice bar on the beach front where we sat and read for a while and Claire had a passable massage from a roaming local. The weather wasn’t as nice as it had been recently – overcast and windy – but still warm and pleasant to sit in. Certainly better than the arctic conditions which I hear are hitting the UK right now.

Also in the bar was a chap from the Midlands (West Brom supporter) called Simon. He’s part of a group that does conservation work in the area (Diving4Conservation)and he offered to take me out tomorrow for $65 – two or three dives, depending on the conditions and everything included again. That would suit me better as it would mean I could dive then leave on Tuesday as I’d originally planned. This would save me having to find more cheap accommodation on Tuesday night, which would be exceptionally difficult after returning from a dive late on that evening. I told him I’d check with Scuba Nation and get back to him… which I did.

As it stands at the moment, I’m heading out with him tomorrow and will check in with Scuba Nation in the evening to likely pick up my deposit. I really do need to head off on Tuesday if I can and they were fine with me leaving it a day and deciding then. If the Burmese visa thing doesn’t work out, I can always head back this direction!

Not so warm

Not so warm

Dinner was back up in the same area as lunch. We had a great Sunday roast (mix of pork and chicken, Yorkshire puds and an entire extra plate laden with veg) for $6 at Mick & Craig’s. Dessert was a very heavy apple crumble and custard – I had to eat half of Claire’s as she simply couldn’t finish it. The service was superb with very friendly, professional staff who really put the effort in. I watched the first half of the mackem game on the TV there then hopped over the road to the Beach Street bar for the second half.

I’m going off Sihanoukville as it seems to be full of people from the Dark Place Down The Road. I suppose they need to go somewhere that’s cheap and has wonders they’re not used to at home. Like taps, electricity, a cinema and motor transport. There were four of them watching the game in the bar, though none were wearing a football top. I guess they’d not been able to steal one from anywhere.

After dinner, back to Thida’s where I “fixed” the television by jamming the loose, plugless aerial cable into the back. The History Channel is certainly an interesting thing to have on when you’re writing up a blog!

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