Fototapetul : Koh Mak ro/eng

February 03, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

(RO)

In general  nu se intampla nimic, e o preocupare la micul dejun, una la pranz, si o efervescenta la apus. Po, artizanul cocktailurilor de noapte, pina colada e cu lapte de cocos, cules din livada de pe plaja, isi face aparitia la apus, in fiecare zi.

Face poze, se minuneaza, 4 zile nu e cam mult? Ce facem 4 zile la plaja? Po a vazut toata Europa, intr-un periplu, dar tot mai mult i-a placut la Koh Mak. E din Bangkok. Apus, creveti la gratar, mandolina, sau barul satului cu artisti invitati veniti de departe, Noua Zeelanda, tinerii satului, in general baieti, beau toti dintr-o galeata metalica pe care o alimenteaza cu whiskey, de la Bankok pana la Koh Mak, se practica bautul de whiskey din sticla cu care ai venit de acasa, din care poti sa bei si a doua zi, barmanul  o pastreaza constiincios.

O zi plina:  incepe cu iesit brusc din cotet/bungallow, catre terasa cu sucuri, freshuri din fructe amestecate la alegere, din care, o gura insetata duce brusc la baie. Inchiriat scuter precar, pentru independenta pe insula vs. mersul pe jos. Tinta? o insula mai mica cu nisip alb accesibila cu caiacul. Dar pana acolo, shopping la magazinul central: pantaloni in, bratari de piele, aici suvenirurile merita zbaterea. Dar am ramas fara bani, ne intoarcem la baza, mai punem benzina de la pompa locala, direct din canistra,, facem pana in padurea de palmieri, pe la pranz, unde se iteste un chiosc cu mancare, cremvursti si sticksuri de crab asezonate cu sosuri, in timp ce la un apel mecanicul din vecini vulcanizeaza cauciucul. Din nou la baza, schimb de scutere, o urgenta la baie, dar tinta e plaja cu nisip alb. Cu scuterul prin padurea de cauciuc, printre lotizari, case de tek si pescari, apare resortul lucios, bar pe plaja, muzica in surdina si bere la draft. Am mai uitat ceva in cotet, eu nu mai merg, sunt pe plaja si e bine. Socializez cu barmanul cosmopolit tailandez la 2m de alta poveste, a pescarilor. In sfarsit putem inchiria caiacul, de atata emotie am uitat ochelarii si labele pe mal. De la mijlocul distantei, vaslim, in sens invers fata de tinta. Cu tot arsenalul, plaja alba cu nisip fin si ape bleu,  e plina de rusi relaxati care sigur n-au intampinat atatea probleme pana au ajuns aici. Terasa cu bere e binevenita dupa atata efort. Doar anu' asta mai e salbatic. O dezvoltare luxoasa se construieste dominator pe insula de putini metrii patrati,

O baie, doua, uscat la soare, o bere si cateva tigari, ochelarii de apa se devodesc inutili, oricum aproape apune soarele si trebuie sa ne intoarcem. Refluxul face sa ne miscam  mai greu, apar si niste valuri, pentru o experienta si mai exotica in cautarea insulei pustii, ne indepartasem si mai mult. Nu exista. Tot apar oameni dintre plmieri, mai bine ne intoarcem. Greu, caiacul e tarat pe apa, de pe mal, e mai simplu.

 

(ENG)

Normally nothing happens, just a breakfast and a lunch habit and a sunset effervescence. Po, the manufacturer of cocktails at night, pina colada is made with coconut milk picked from the orchard on the beach, comes every day at sunset.

He takes pictures and wonders if four days isn’t too much. What will we do four days on the beach? Po has visited all Europe in a tour but he likes Koh Mak best. He’s from Bangkok. Sunset, barbecued shrimps, mandolin, the village bar with artists which come from far away. New Zeeland, the village youth, generally boys, all of them drinking out of a metal bucket which they fill out with whiskey, from Bangkok to Koh Mak you can drink whiskey out of the bottle you brought yourself and you can drink it also the next day because the bartender keeps it for you. A full day: it starts with suddenly coming out of the kennel/bungalow, directly to the terrace where they serve fresh squeezed fruit juice at your choice, which hurries you to the toilet after having a thirsty sip. We rented a flimsy scooter, which gives us independence on the island instead of walking around. Our target? A smaller island with white sand and accessible by kayak. But before that we go shopping at the central store: flax pants, leather bracelets, here the souvenirs deserve the effort. But we run out of money so we had back to base, we fuel up the scooter at the local gas pump, straight from the canister, we have a flat tire in the palm tree forest, around noon, where we find a kiosk that sells food, sausages and crab sticks seasoned with dressings, while the neighbourhood mechanic patches our tire. Again back to base, we change the scooter, a bathroom emergency, but our aim is the white sand beach. We drive on the scooter through the caoutchouc forest, the different plots of land, the tek houses and fishermen, there it is the luxurious resort, beach bar, music and draught beer. I forgot something in the kennel but I’m not going back, I’m on the beach and I’m fine. I make small talk with the Thai cosmopolite bartender 2 metres away from another story, that of the fishermen. We can finally rent the kayak and because of the excitement I forget the goggles and the scuba fins on the beach. We row midway away from target. The white fine sand beach with blue water is full of relaxed Russians with full luggage that surely didn’t have so many problems getting here. The beer terrace is a welcome site after all the effort. Just this year is a bit more savage. A luxurious building is being constructed on the few square meters island.

A swim or two, sunbath, a beer and a few cigarettes, the scuba goggles prove to be useless, the sun is setting anyway and we have to go back. The reflux is slowing us down, there are some waves also and for a more exotic experience in search of a deserted island we went even further. There’s no such thing. People keep popping up from behind palm trees, we better head back. We drag the heavy kayak from the beach into the water, it’s simpler this way.

 

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