Soaring.Culinary.Damp
We flew into a rather grey Krabi and the umbrella we’d hauled back from Myanmar was called into immediate action. Rainfall is becoming less novel for us as time goes on, at one point we had gone five or six months without a single drop but as the seasons change the inevitable deluges have started to arrive, in some places you can set you watch by them. Undeterred we headed into the night market and stumbled upon my favourite meal of the trip so far, creamy coconut curry cooked in clay pots with crispy noodles called Khoa Soi, I managed to eat from her stall every evening despite her moving to a different market each night.
The following morning we headed off on a bike to an area around 50kms South where fresh spring water converges with salt water to produce a uniquely beautiful series of lagoons and streams known locally as the emerald pool. It was a week end and we by no means had the place to ourselves but it didn’t matter once we set our eyes on the crystal clear waters mixing with deep salt water blues set amongst the twisting mangroves. I enjoyed a quick dip before attempting to slide down the watery rock faces like a couple of local kids, unlike them I ended up squarely on my arse. Pride and limbs bruised we headed back to the comfort of Khoa Soi and a quick beer at a cool little reggae bar we’d found opposite our guesthouse.
