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Enjoying the amazing waters in the Gulf of Thailand

Koh Samui, an island in the Gulf of Thailand, is one of our absolute favorites places, perhaps the best beach town we’ve ever been to. We keep coming back; we’ve been here twice before since we started this adventure and I’m pretty confident it won’t be our last. The water is perfect, the sand is perfect, the town is … well, good. And all a lot more affordable than other idyllic locations.

Planning a trip to Koh Samui has always been a bit of a struggle. The best beach, by far, is Chaweng Beach, and that’s where we want to spend our days. But most of the nicer resorts are spread out around the island. And then there’s Fisherman’s Village with neither great beaches nor nice resorts, but the best little restaurants on the island. This time, for the first time, we decided to stay right on Chaweng Beach at a hotel we’ve looked at many times, The Library. It definitely worked for us.

The swimming pool at The Library is tiled in red, which is a little weird. The overall effect, though, is stunning.

Here was the routine, then. Up early to run on the treadmill for 40 minutes or so. After stretching a quick dip in the ocean. Breakfast and then the beach, where I would spend the morning reading The Three Musketeers (I know, it’s about time!). Mark & I would go for a dip now and then and just marvel at how incredibly perfect the water was. Well, almost perfect. The first couple days the water was really rough and it was even a little dangerous to go in. After that, though, it calmed down and then it was pretty much perfect. When my only complaint was that the water wasn’t really cold enough to cool down you know things are OK.

Then it was off to lunch, sometimes after a taxi ride to Fisherman’s Village, sometimes just up the road a bit from our hotel. In both we found tiny hole-in-the-wall kind of places with great Thai food at really cheap prices, just the kind of places we love. And it was good that we found them: both of our favorite places from earlier visits – Eat Sense on the beach and Nirvana in Fisherman’s Village – were closed. The case of Eat Sense is a sign of how things are changing. When we stayed at other parts of the island we would take a scooter to Chaweng Beach and then get loungers and an umbrella from Eat Sense; as long as we had lunch there the rest of it was free. This time, though, the place was closed up. What happened? I asked one of the guys at our hotel and he explained that the Chinese bought it. They’re going to open their own resort for Chinese package tourists, but for now it’s empty. Yeah, that’s what the world is coming to.

That’s a pretty nice beach

At any rate, after lunch I’d head back to the beach for a late afternoon nap and swim while Mark would typically head out for a massage. While there are plenty of the, ummm, less reputable kinds of massage available, there are also seemingly unlimited perfectly legitimate massage opportunities, all at crazy cheap prices. One day after lunch in Fisherman’s Village he came back just gushing that it may have been the best massage he’d ever had anywhere, and all for about $10. Two days later we were back there for lunch again and afterwards he went to the same place. Sadly, the masseuse he’d had wasn’t in. Not to worry, though there are others. The result is that the earlier massage is now only the second-best massage he’d ever had. He could never figure out if the person doing the massage was a he or a she – gender can be a little fluid in Thailand – but whoever he or she was, it was apparently amazing. And did I mention that it was only $10?

Four dishes that make up lunch at Khaw Glong Too. Thank heavens for TripAdvisor which points us to places like this.

Meanwhile I managed to finish The Three Musketeers, so the novel and the island will always be connected in my mind.

We had seven full days on Koh Samui and each day we seemed to enjoy it just a little more. We’ll be back in a year or two. For now, though, we’re off to Bangkok for two days and then headed to the States to see family and friends. The plan is to spend two months stateside, by far the longest return visit since we started. Who knows, maybe we’ll decide we like the States again!

Mark caught me running while he was walking to breakfast. In front of me, through a big window, is a great view of the ocean.

The resort is called The Library and they have these simple statues spread all over the property. I thought it was cute.

That’s our room in the upper left. The design was a little strange – the stairs leading up were so small front-to-back that I would pretty much always scrape my heel when walking down – but the lighting was cool.

The water, the beach, the umbrellas

We had lunch at the hotel once, just to see what that would be like. The food wasn’t as good and it was a lot more expensive, but the views were fabulous.

Another shot from lunch

OK, one more shot from lunch at The Library

And another picture of me. And the water.

Of course, there was more to Koh Samui than just our little lodge. The rest of it was pretty colorful, too!

The water at Sandy Beach Resort was truly stunning

The water at Sandy Beach Resort was truly stunning

Our third stop in Tonga took us to the Ha’apai island group, where we did little more than perfect the art of doing nothing. After a 45-minute flight from the capital, we spent five days at a place called Sandy Beach Resort. The highlight here was just what the name implies: a gorgeous sandy beach.

Boris, the German owner of Sandy Beach, has built a row of comfortable and functional fales overlooking this stunning beach, with lots of room in between to afford plenty of privacy. In theory, we could have gone out on kayaks or taken bike rides, but we never really got around to those things. The days mostly consisted of moving back and forth between our fale, a chair or a towel on the beach, the crystal clear water itself, and the communal dining area. Admittedly, Jim did go running a few times, and I put on a snorkel mask a few times, but not much else at all.

At dinner time we compared notes with our fellow guests from Australia, New Zealand, Germany, and Austria. Most of them hadn’t accomplished much either. It’s pretty easy here to slip into “Tonga time,” enjoy the lovely views, and just let the days pass.

That's Jim doing his thing on this nearly perfect stretch of quiet beach

That’s Jim doing his thing on this nearly perfect stretch of quiet beach

And yes, that's me out there just floating around

And yes, that’s me out there just floating around

Our breezy dinner table was where we all compared notes about our uneventful days

Our breezy dinner table was where we all compared notes about our uneventful days

The glassy coast of Nuku'alofa

The glassy coast of Nuku’alofa

Our second stop in Tonga was the sleepy little capital of Nuku’alofa. We mostly came here to transfer flights from the Vava’u island group to our next destination in the Hapa’ai island group. But the way the flights worked out, we needed to stay a couple days.

The Royal Palace sits in the center of Nuku'alofa

The Royal Palace sits in the center of Nuku’alofa

The capital boasts a population of about 25,000 people, including the royal family of Tonga (which happens to be the only monarchy in the South Pacific). The town, whose name means “abode of love,” rests on the northern side of Tongatapu, the largest island in the kingdom.

To our great surprise we found a restaurant in town that served a pretty stunning lunch

To our great surprise we found a restaurant in town that served a pretty stunning lunch

Now when I call this town “sleepy,” I’m referring to its status on Monday through Saturday because on Sunday it is positively dead. Sunday is a day of rest in Tonga. In fact, Tongan law prohibits most people from working on Sunday at all.

Since we flew in on a Saturday, we had no choice but to catch our next flight on Monday because, naturally, there are no flights on Sundays in Tonga. That would be against the law.

So what are we poor tourists expected to do, stuck in a town with everything shuttered up all day? Fortunately the law seems to bend a little to take care of us. Several little resorts on nearby islands offer day trips. So you catch a boat in the morning and spend the day at the resort, have lunch there, swim, sit on the beach, and catch a late afternoon boat back. Back in town, where all restaurants are closed, the hotels are allowed to serve dinner only to their own guests. So somehow it all worked out, and we had a pretty darn nice day of rest after all.

This old wrecked ship is the landmark of Big Mama's Yacht Club on Pangiamotu Island, where we spent our Sunday

This old wrecked ship is the landmark of Big Mama’s Yacht Club on Pangiamotu Island, where we spent our Sunday

Lunch at Big Mama's

Lunch at Big Mama’s

Late afternoon off the coast of Nuku'alofa, though I'm not sure what the people out there were looking for

Late afternoon off the coast of Nuku’alofa, though I’m not sure what the people out there were looking for