Saturday, 13 November 2010

Thailand - The Andaman Coast

For our second trip to Thailand we flew directly to Phuket from Seoul. As this was to be a diving trip, we then headed about an hour up the coast to Khao Lak, in Phang Nga Province.  We were staying for a week, and we'd be taking a 3-day liveaboard to the Similan Islands with Wicked Diving.

our accommodation in Khao Lak

However the weather decided differently. Normally the rainy season is finished by late October, and this was early November. However a bad weather system blew in, and our liveaboard had to be cancelled. You can see from the photos that the weather was quite cloudy (when it wasn't rainy).

fishing boat coming back to port because of the storm

We actually got to embark on our liveaboard, but as the authorities had closed the Similan Islands and the fishing boats were coming back to port because the weather was so bad it was decided to cancel our trip for obvious reasons. 

fishing boats, Khao Lak port

beach, Khao Lak

So we visited the surrounding area, including a waterfall near Khao Lak where I got bitten by leeches for the first (and hopefully last?) time in my life!

waterfall, near Khao Lak

We also visited a rubber plantation. Rubber is harvested mainly in the form of latex.

a plantation of rubber trees

The sticky, milky latex is drawn off by making incisions into the bark and collecting the fluid in vessels. This process is called "tapping". The latex then is refined into rubber ready for commercial processing.

collecting the latex from a rubber tree

When the 2004 tsunami struck South Asia, the Khao Lak region was the hardest-hit area in Thailand with over 4,000 deaths, more than 3,000 who were never accounted for, and thousands who were injured. It has since made an impressive recovery and is once again a popular tourist destination.


this little fellow looks like he's wearing a bow tie!

To compensate for not diving the Similan Islands, Wicked Diving suggested going to  Chiaw Lan Lake in Khao Sok National Park for two days diving.

'Unique diving in a jungle paradise' - Khao Lak (source)

This was only the second time I'd dived in fresh water - the first time was in Lake Baikal in Siberia.


At 739 km2, Khao Sok NP is Thailand's largest protected area. It comprises the largest area of virgin forest in Southern Thailand and is a remnant of rainforest which is older and more diverse than the Amazon Rainforest.

limestone cliffs at Khao Sok

The park is famous for having the enormous Rafflesia flower, but unfortunately none were flowering while we were there.

limestone cliffs, Khao Sok

Chiaw Lan is in fact an enormous man-made reservoir and diving there is a very eerie experience - visibility is low (you need a torch even in broad daylight) and you can suddenly find yourself face to face with submerged tree branches with little warning.

decorations on long-tail boats

Our transport across and round the lake was by long-tail boat, which gets its name from the trailing drive shaft and propeller at the back. The garlands and scarves that decorate the bow are there to provide good luck and protection - we had to be careful not to step on them or it would offend the spirits.

decorations on long-tail boats

We did three dives (at Peter Pan Cave, Catfish Cave and another spot with no name), at an average depth of 12-13 metres, although the lake is at least 60 metres deep. Wildlife underwater was fairly limited - we mainly saw catfish.

Our accommodation was at a floating village on the lake, from where we could hear gibbons.

The final day of our trip was spent exploring Phuket before our late evening flight. Phuket is Thailand's largest island, and is connected to the mainland by road bridges. Some of the resorts have the reputation as party centres - a very different atmosphere from the quieter Khao Lak.

temple, Phuket

We finished the day with cocktails at the Evason Phuket, which I was curious to visit as I've stayed in two of their sister resorts (Soneva Fushi and Soneva Gili) in the Maldives.

sunset at the infinity pool, Evason Phuket

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Thursday, 11 November 2010

North of the Border

"Why are you going to North Korea ?"

"Why not ?" 

This was an exchange I had frequently before I made my trip to Pyongyang in August. Truth be said, I had an insatiable curiosity about the country on the other side of the DMZ. Books, articles and documentaries had only fuelled my curiosity even more. Knowing that I would have to travel to the DPRK via Beijing I took advantage of being in China over the summer to organise my trip from there.

After attending a briefing at the tour operator's headquarters the day before the trip, the next morning we took a bus to the airport for our Koryo Air flight. My companions were a mixture of Brits, Australians, Irish, German, Dutch, Swiss, Japanese and Americans (yes, Americans are allowed to visit the DPRK !). A short flight on a rather creaky plane with somewhat abrupt hostesses left us the time to peruse the only inflight reading material available : a copy of the weekly English-language "Pyongyang Times" which headlined "Kim Jong Il sees light comedy".

on board Koryo Air flight JS252

On arrival at Pyongyang our plane shared the tarmac with that of Jimmy Carter, who was in the country to secure the release of an imprisoned American.

Arrival at Pyongyang airport

Security officials checked our luggage before we could leave the airport, and while my copy of "The Woman In White" (written in 1859) passed muster, a friend was told that her copy of "Elle" magazine must absolutely leave the country with her. 

On the drive from the airport to our hotel I was surprised by how green the countryside was, and realised that I had been expecting unalleviated grey everywhere. Our hotel (one of only a handful in Pyongyang where foreigners are allowed to stay) stood on an island in the middle of the Taedong river. We were free to wander around the island but not any further.

view from our hotel

However the next thirty-six hours did not leave us with much time for wandering as we were launched into a whirlwind of sight-seeing. Our first, and symbolically most important, stop was to the Mansudae Grand Monument – the larger than life bronze statue of Kim Il Sung, where we had to lay flowers and bow.

Mansudae Grand Monument

Our next visit was to the Victorious Fatherland Liberation War Museum:

the Triumphal Arch (three metres higher than its French inspiration):

the Tower of the Juche Idea, Kim Il Sung's birthplace:

Juche Tower

We even found time to visit a stamp shop and bookshop. New releases advertised at the latter included "Kim Il Sung – the great man of the century" and "On the building of the Worker's Party Of Korea"; I don't know if books on other subjects are available in the DPRK, in any case if they are I never saw them.

We also visited the "USS Pueblo", a US surveillance vessel captured by the North Koreans in 1968:

USS Pueblo

and Kim Il Sung square – the place probably familiar to you from TV footage of soldiers marching in front of a saluting Kim Jong Il:

We were also given a ride on the Pyongyang Metro:

where, as is the case for all foreign visitors, we were shepherded on at 'Rehabilitation' station:

and alighted one stop later at 'Glory' station:

In the carriage we travelled under stern photographic portraits of father and son Kim.

The two stations were impressively decorated with chandeliers, marble platforms and vast murals depicting the heroic activities of Kim Il Sung.

While unfortunately we had few chances to talk to ordinary North Koreans, trips between our sights on foot or in our tour bus allowed us glimpses of everyday Pyongyang life.

By the way, the irony of travelling to the DPRK is that most people who go there are independent travellers – the sort of people who never normally take group coach tours, yet that is the only way a foreign visitor can travel in the country ! Our group of twenty was flanked at all times by three guides, a cameraman and the bus driver.

our bus driver and cameraman

one of our guides

Bright propaganda posters occasionally brightened the grey, brutalist architecture of Pyongyang, but the urban colour normally found in shopfronts, plastic bags, billboards and even petrol stations was noticeably missing.

propaganda poster

Neither did I see any pets. Most men wore identical charcoal-coloured suits, and women sported mainly plain, unpatterned clothes or hanboks (known in the DPRK as joseonot), some of which were knee-length. And due to the rain everyone seemed to be wearing wellington boots ! I saw more cars than I was expecting, but also long queues at bus stops waiting for crowded buses. However our guide informed us of the advantages of what was apparently the latest addition to Pyongyang's public transport system – double decker buses. As there are few traffic lights impeccably-clad baton-wielding traffic ladies directed the traffic at every major intersection with military precision.

traffic lady (in skirt and peaked cap)

Night-time was extremely dark, with few cars, minimum street-lighting and no neon signs. As evening occupations outside of the home are presumably few and far between, I saw that most apartments were lit, but dingily so.

Pyongyang by night

The high point of our stay was probably the chance to see the Mass Games.

poster advertising Mass Games

Cancelled the first night due to the rain, we were able to attend the following evening. Held in one of the world's largest stadiums:

Mayday stadium

This highly regimented gymnastic performance emphasizes group dynamics rather than individual skill, and participants number tens of thousands, many more than the audience in fact. The complex and highly choreographed group routines took place in front of a backdrop of card stunts – huge mosaic pictures created by schoolchildren each holding up coloured flip-book cards.

a scene from the Mass Games

A trip to the DRPK is on its government's terms and you have no real independence while there. The history you are told is very one-sided or even false (we were told how the USA started the Korean war for example), and total obedience to the state seems to be unquestioned. Internet does not exist and you are not allowed to use the country's currency. At times I felt I was part of a 1950s propaganda movie, or in George Orwell's "1984". But if you are ready to accept these terms you will find yourself visiting a fascinating country like no other on Earth.

Koryo flight plane back to Beijing

sign in airplane toilet during trip back

This article was originally published in SIWA's "Discovery" magazine (December 2010-January 2011 issue).

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