A roach got affectionate with Kelli’s toothbrush.
Bats dive-bombed my dome at odd hours of the evening.
We snapped some of the more jaw-dropping sunsets…like…..ever.
Koh Lanta was good to us.
Kelli and I lazed in Koh Lanta, Thailand in 2014.
After a quick flight from Bangkok to Krabi we were hustled via mini-van to the ferry connecting us with Koh Lanta. Or, the 2 ferries. Thanks Air Asia.
When we were dropped off at a not too noteworthy spot way too far from the docks, we were a bit lost. No thanks, Air Asia.
Anyway, eventually KC and I made our way to the house on stilts. Or, the Thai style home built on the bay in charming old town.
The home was 5 times longer than it was tall. Imagine a wooden crib (home) built on pylons to weather the high tides of the bay.
I fell asleep to a late evening high tide lapping at the pylons.
I woke to brilliant sunsets, tantalizing our senses, every morning, in this lovely spot.
A 3 inch cockroach named Hector amorously engaged Kelli’s toothbrush on a nightly basis. I did not inform her of this wonderful fact until last week. Or until a few months ago.
Bats flew in through a back porch before we sealed the doors shut for the night.
Crabs often climbed up the pylons onto the deck. Or, at night, into the living room.
A 3 foot long monitor lizard was often spotted foraging for prey – and carrion – across the street, in the dense underbrush.
We saw a few monstrously large, almost Komodo dragon-sized monitor lizards across the island by the rubber plantations.
Primitive mud skippers hopped to and fro, competitively chirping at one another as the tide rolled in.
Visualize a back deck/dock/porch some 20 feet above the bed of the bay.
During low tide everything dried out, with Thai long tail boats resting on the rocky, muddy bed. The aforementioned mud skippers, crabs and shore birds did a deadly dance. Local Thai mined the muck for shellfish.
As the tide gently flowed in the complexion of the environment changed dramatically.
Fisherman hopped into their long tail boats, cruising out for the day’s catch. The water lapped at the pylons, reaching up to a point only a few feet below the back porch.
I lazed on the back porch during both high and low tide, soaking up the sun, digesting a breathtaking view of the kohs – islands – in the distance along with the beautiful homes reaching out into the bay.
A wicked thunderstorm blew through when we visited during low season.
Hurricane force winds howled through the back door.
Water blew 10 feet inside of the home.
Palm trees swayed to and fro, snapping as the wind assaulted the ever flexible flora.
Here’s video of the storm, taken by your’s truly with a very old, very wet tablet.
Have you visited Koh Lanta?
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