For all the different birds we’ve spotted so far on our two year sailing adventure, check out our Bird page.
Weekly photo challenge: variations on a theme
Silence is rare. Even at the quietest times, like the depths of night, or sunrise, or in the middle of the desert, or at the top of a mountain, there is still sound.
Our own breathing.
Cars travelling on a distant road.
But death is silent. It occurred to me when I came across some marine critters that had washed up on the beach. Alive no more. And eternally silent.
For happier thoughts and more beach combing finds, check out my sailing blog: beach combing and bully beef…
Millions of years ago, a big coral reef covered much of what is now South East Asia. Just as they do now, coral polyps living in the reef secreted limestone as they built the coral, and other marine critters like shells and urchins deposited calcium.
Fast forward a bit and the tectonic plates below started to rub against each other and rumble. The continents started to move. The reef was thrust skyward by the movement of big slabs of rock and the sea level started to change.
Fast forward a lot more and where there was a reef, there’s now hundreds of little islands. Rock pillars jutting straight out of the sea.
Fast forward a bit more to present day. The islands in Phang Nga Bay in Thailand are spectacular. But it’s what is hidden within that is most impressive. Weather and time have carved their way through the limestone rock to produce caves and inner lagoons. Karstic formations ripe for exploration!
For more about exploring the hongs in Phang Nga Bay or sailing around Thailand, check out my sailing blog: the Alpha Odyssey.
Normally that’s a call you hear on a battlefield when rockets and artillery are raining down, but it was also yelled out several times during our new years eve celebrations aboard SV Billaroo in Patong Bay, Thailand. Every now again, an errant paper lantern, lit by revellers on nearby Patong Beach to accompany new years’ wishes into the atmosphere, would break from its skyward arc, and come plummeting down towards our yachts. One of these “flamers” (so-nicknamed because they were usually on fire) actually hit the mast of a yacht in front of us! (Hopefully there was no damage to the halyard or anything else.)
Earlier in the night we went ashore for a quick walk through the infamous Patong Road precinct. It was only just gearing up for the big night ahead, but we were still accosted by hawkers trying to flog “ping pong shows” as we made…
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