Following on from JB's negative sewage report, we thought that a day at the beach might be just the ticket.
Unfortunately, our nearest beach, although definitely sewage free, was also sand free.
Not so much a beach as a series of seaweed covered steps.
Fearing yet another dupe, we turned our attention to Khao Kalok beach, some 6k up the road.
The problem was, how to get there. (Our combined knee age being around 256 years)
Luckily, there was a taxi service advertised outside the local bar. The ageing owner, (leaning heavily on a crutch owing to a fairly withered left leg and dropped foot) said he'd be pleased to take us.
He then led us around the back of his beach shack/bar to his 'taxi'.....
Summoning a courage I didn't know I possessed, I perched on the aluminium table you see in the picture. (He'd thoughtfully placed a cushion but the wind blew it off)
JB got on the back of the motorbike and we were off.
Throughout the ensuing white knuckle ride, the barman kept shouting "next stop Chiang Mai", a distance some 900k north.
Eventually we reached the beach. The barman disappeared into the distance, still randomly shouting "Chiang Mai ".
The beach itself was lovely. Clean, not too busy, reasonable toilets (by Thai standards) and best of all, rocks for JB to climb on!
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