Scuba Diving: Phi Phi Island

We stayed at Phi Phi Village for five days, and it was not nearly enough time! Everything from the room, pool, beach, and secret restaurants was incredible.  As I mentioned, we were there during the rainy season. Somehow, we beat the rain at its own game by scheduling around it.  We had a beautiful day the first morning, so we decided to stay local and go to the beach and pool while sipping pina coladas out of coconuts all day. Since we didn't have any activities that day, we had plenty of energy to make it up to the mountaintop for dinner and finish the night off with a walk out onto the wet sand as the tide receded several hundred yards out to sea.

Our most intuitive planning happened when we realized the day was going to be overcast and raining two days after we arrived. How to avoid that while on an island? Go under the waves—i.e., dive! Not only did this work out perfectly because it didn't matter if it was rainy when we were under the ocean (it can dilute visibility, but we didn't have that effect here), but there was another unexpected benefit. 

We were alone. All alone. Just us, the boat captain and guide.

I have been out on dozens of these tour boats all over the Caribbean and Mediterranean. It’s typical to see a double-decker boat pull up and every seat be filled with a tourist and a huge beach bag.  Well, the boat was the same; a double-decker was there to pick us up that morning, but we were the only ones to board. So we ended up diving into one of the most incredible soft coral reefs in the world with our own personal guide and no one else to worry about.

So, while we did not get to explore the islands to their full extent due to rain and season, we had the most incredible dives of our lives.  Essentially, if you have seen anything on dives in the Caribbean, imagine it is 15 times bigger.  I was swimming past sea fans the size of tractor tires and over tube corals as tall as me.  I was so overwhelmed by the size of the different corals that I had seen for years and years, but sadly, at less than half the size, I saw them here.  The health of the coral reefs here is far from perfect, but when compared to those in the Caribbean, they seem to be from another planet.  

Unlike the typical Caribbean experience, here you dive alongside 

walls of coral that seem to go on forever. One of our dive locations was exactly like this. 

Beyond size, the soft coral was the most spectacular part of the coral landscapes. The highlighter green and purple corals popping out of every crevice and flourishing to enormous sizes, like the hard corals, were like seeing God’s watercolor masterpiece.  Often I had hovered over small outstretched arms of soft coral moving with the currents around Aruba, Granada,  and the Turks and Caicos to name a few of my favorites, but here they were hovering over and next to me. Bright yellows, oranges, and colors you see nowhere else in the natural world cover every inch of stone wall and rock. Diving here was truly the most spectacular natural scene I have ever witnessed.  

Unfortunately, no under-water camera at the time, but here is a 

few that looked like what we saw! 

Saw lots of these guys! But no whale sharks, unfortunately. 

That morning I struggled out of bed after a wake-up call, and pulled George along with me. We put on our swimsuits and staged out of our hut and down to the beach, where breakfast was served.  We were confused by the wait staff still working on place settings and the sun not being up. We quickly realized we had taken the wake-up call’s accuracy too lightly and had gotten to breakfast at six am instead of seven am. It was worth it for the sunrise, but it goes without saying after a full day of diving, we retreated into our little hut and didn't come out until the next morning. 

 

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Phi Phi Island Village - Bad Weather ~ Spa Day

Three nights in Bangkok feels like a week of travel anywhere else. The constant sounds of buzzing cars and rickshaws against the overload of smells coming from every inch of the street, wide enough for both vehicles and makeshift food courts, is enough to send your senses into a comma. After three days of non-stop temple tours and long winding walks through allies packed with people and unidentified dried meat, the beach was seductively calling our names.  

 When I promoted my “top honeymoon destinations” to George, the Phi Phi Islands were clearly given bonus points to boost Thailand’s score. Pictures and postcards of long boats pulled up onto deserted white beaches lined by turquoise bays and engulfed by limestone cliffs portray the ideal honeymoon destination—I thought, and clearly, George agreed (he got to make the final choice).

After landing in Phuket, we were brought aboard a lovely, large speed boat.  The sky was somewhat dark and cloudy, with patches of sun highlighting the actual electric blue color of the water as we made our way to Phi Phi Island Village. It was Friday, May 25th, and depending on what resource you refer to, the beginning of Thailand’s primary monsoon season had started and was well underway. Now, you might wonder, “How could they plan a trip to the world’s most beautiful beaches during the rainy season?” But it could not have been better! Our island experience was certainly dominated by the weather – for better and for worse – but primarily for better (much more to come).

 As soon as we stepped off the boat and onto Phi Phi Village, we (me dragging George along) made a beeline to the spa. I am not much of a souvenir person or shopper for that matter, but I had made it clear I intended to get a Thai massage, and I wasted no time.  We didn’t even change or go to our rooms. With the cloud cover, the beach was out, and a massage sounded like the perfect way to spend the rest of the day. Walking up the mountain path and into the spa lounge, the sweet lady convinced George to do a couples massage (he had never had one before this trip). We headed up to our little jungle bungalow and found a man and woman waiting for us when we opened the door.  I immediately think, “oh my gosh, George is going to freak out having a male masseuse!” I instantly turned away, fearing being completely awkward when George looked to me for help, and simply out of my mind, trying not to laugh.  

Here in the U.S., you are usually asked to lie down and then put the towel over you when you are done, and the masseuse will come back into the room, not here! Let’s just say there was a cultural difference between “personal space” and “privacy.” It was an amazing experience, but I still can’t contain my laughter when George talks about looking over at me for “a queue of what to do” and me being shamelessly already on the table looking away.  I couldn't relax several times because I was trying so hard not to laugh at what must have been running through George’s mind! I won’t go into detail, but numerous unexpected moments required the mentality we committed to at the beginning of the trip, “say yes to things you would normally say no to.”  Without question, you must indulge in a Thai massage when in Thailand, but be prepared for your expectations to be mottled by the shock of cultural divergence.  

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