Phuket By Car (Part One)

Our first car excursion, last Tuesday, began by loading the sails into the boot of the hire car ready to deliver to the Rolly Tasker building just south of Phuket Town.  It didn’t take Paul long to get used to driving in Thailand, as it’s left hand drive here and there wasn’t a lot of traffic on the roads. My role as navigator proved to be easy because there are only a few main roads on the island and we had to stay on the one heading south.  I was keen to see the ‘world’s largest sail loft’ and I was suitably impressed once inside.  It’s a vast space – much bigger than it looked from the outside.  The staff is mainly female (rumour has it that this is because they have proved to be more reliable than men).  There were several ladies employed cutting, measuring and sewing the sails laid out on the floor and they all looked like they were enjoying the work. I stood and watched for a while and then read the photographic information board about the history of the company while Paul chatted about what needed to be done. Apparently King Bhumibol Adulyadej had been a keen sailor and sailboat designer, taking part in sailing competitions and races throughout his life. The Phuket King’s Cup Regatta was established in 1987 to honour him and some of the photographs showed him with Rolly Tasker himself.

Sail business done, we decided to drive along the coastal road and stop anywhere that took our fancy.  The west coast of Phuket is lined with beaches and the first one we stopped at, Nai Harn Beach was travel brochure gorgeous: golden, soft and clean sand, not too crowded, fabulous views, and the sea looked so inviting we wished we’d thought to bring swimming gear.  It was hot and the sun was strong and we hadn’t brought sun protection either so after a brief lounge on the sand, and a resolve to return another time we continued on the coast road. Viewpoints for taking photos appeared as the road climbed higher and the views across the bay were stunning.

Another reason for hiring a car was to load it with provisions, and our first stop for this was at a mall called Jungceylon in Patong. It has over 200 shops and cafes – all the usual ‘mall’ outlets, along with a very good supermarket called ‘Big C’. I spent an enjoyable hour or so in there browsing the aisles and checking out some of the more unusual products you always find in another country’s supermarket (well I like doing that anyway).  From there, it was on to Tesco to stock up on basic stuff like drinking water, cokes, fruit and veg etc.  It was dark by the time we got out and Paul said that one website recommended avoiding driving at night because drivers here are apt to be careless.  It turned out to be fine apart from when we needed to do U-turns which are in place here instead of roundabouts, and it seems to be a case of ‘every car for itself’.  You have to gradually edge the car out until the cars to the left of you have no choice but to slow down and let you in to the stream of traffic if they want to avoid a collision. It was a bit hairy at times because the traffic had built up by evening and the ever-present motorbikes don’t tend to consider other vehicles at all.

Our final supermarket (SuperCheap) had been recommended to us by a taxi driver as a cheap alternative to the larger ones and when we saw one on the roadside, even though we had most of what we needed, we stopped to have a look in order to compare prices.  It was a bit like a downmarket Home Bargains but with fresh meat buckets as an aditional section. One of the buckets was full of chickens’ feet which you can just shovel into a bag for weighing and pricing at the checkout. Other items in the buckets weren’t as identifiable and that was probably just as well for me.  The roadside market we stopped at further on up the road had the delectable items pictures below for sale in case you should find yourself feeling peckish for some cooked insects.  The fish stalls were replenished from buckets underneath the tables that were packed with layers of flapping fish and the smell was pungent to say the least.

When we got back to the marina car park we were greeted by a member of staff in a people carrier who offered to take us all the way to the pontoon with our heavy shopping.  This is such a welcome service, because one of the drawbacks of shopping as a liveaboard is transporting a big shop’s load of heavy bags of food and drink from a car park down to the boat.

The next few days were spent doing general chores onboard, fixing the odd broken appliance and researching places to visit or boat services and products on the internet. The rain showers are definitely starting to diminish but it’s still fairly humid at times and there have been spectacular storms. One night the loudest clap of thunder I’ve ever heard woke me up and I screamed in alarm before I realised what it was. On Thursday evening while we were in the bar, the black cat I saw when we arrived came to our table and needed little encouragement to jump up onto my lap where it stayed for the rest of the time we were there. I don’t know if it belongs to anyone in particular but a bond is growing between us I think…

On Friday I made a homemade vegetable soup with some the produce from the markets and Paul thought it would be a good time to make the bread he’d been promising to make for quite a while.  It’s the sort of meal that’s just right for an Autumn evening meal at home but seemed strange to make it while the sun was blazing hot outside.  It made me realise this is the longest I’ve ever been out of the country (three months now) and that it’s likely to be chilly enough to put the heating on in England. I’m also reminded that this time of year heralds the start of the Christmas build up. Of all the things I miss, or think about here, that is one thing I’m glad to be avoiding. There is not a sign of it here – in fact the only Halloween reference I’ve seen was in a shop used by mainly Western marina users.

In the evening we went to the bar to participate in the ‘Community Get Together’ event that I’d seen advertised. It was billed as a chance to have a (free) drink, buffet and meet the locals and other marina users. This type of socialising isn’t normally my sort of thing but I thought it might be useful for information for Paul, and I was curious about the free drink and buffet (I thought I could always just leave if I spotted any ice-breaking introductions/games happening). It turned out that the only thing I interacted with was my lovely black cat, oh and Paul and I played Scrabble on our phones :). We may have got there a bit late but there weren’t many people there, no one offered us a free drink and any food that might have been on offer had been cleared away.  Never mind, we had delicious soup and bread to return to on board.

Kathy