The rain, the caves, and the spiders
(17.2.2013)
Have I mentioned before I'm the godess
of rain? I'm sure I did. But repetition is the way, right? So the
Night Safari was booked, but the weather said „No.“.
We met for dinner with Pim (an older
guy from the Netherlands who agreed to be my second for all those
activities I had planned as they (the resort) required at least two
people to sign up to make it happen), and already during the dinner,
I senced a storm approaching. Naturally, half an hour before we were
to head to the jungle, the hell broke loose and it started raining
and storming like crazy. So there was it for a Night Safari that
evening. What can you do..
So what we did was we stayed at the
restaurant and enjoyed a few more beers and fruit shakes. And cuz the
wild animals of the jungle were taken from me by the weather, I
decided to document the wild animals that decided to join up at the
restaurant.
(18.2.2013)
However, we were told that the weather
at Khao Sok should have nothing in common with the weather at the
Cheow Lan Lake as it's quite far away from here. That was a news to
me, but nevermind.
We were picked up before 8am and
transported by a truck to the actual mini van. I should probably
mention that up to this point I was still naive enough to think there
would be just the three of us from our resort (one German guy joined
us). The reality of „unless you hire a boat yourself just for
yourself, there's nothing private anymore“ became clear soon
enough.
Whatever truth I discovered that day
was, however, nothing compared to the discovery of the driving style
of the mini van drivers. During that hour the trip took, I made
complete peace with my life and I was prepared to die, as I strongly
believed we would. That. Was. Insane. Beyond insane. Going some 150
in the wrong line (cuz in the correct-left line was a slower
bicycle/moped/car/another mini van) up the hill and just blowing the
horn so the cars coming in the other direction would know we were
coming and clear the way... well, life/death experience.
By a miracle, we managed to get to the
National Park and the pier, boarded the long boat and took off. The
hour long trip on the lake was already quite something.
We
arrived at this place with huts and a restaurant and many many more
long boats. Had a break to swim or relax, then the lunch was served
(there I discovered I have to be careful with the chilli) and then we
got on another boat and headed to the center of the island by the
river.
We got
off shortly and there the walking started. It was quite an easy hike,
once you decided to walk through the rivers instead of trying to
cross them with dry feet. One thing I didn't understand considering
it was made clear to us we would swim through parts of the caves. We
would get all wet anyway so what's the point in jumping from stone to
stone to avoid the river?
Before
entering the caves, we took a little break, left our drinking water
and sunglasses there (we were going to pass by the same spot on the
way back), packed our cameras into the water-proof bags (eternal
thanks to our guide from carrying both of my cams through the caves,
he had a nice funny story for his fellow guides) and put our head
lights on.
There he told us there are spiders in the caves.
There I
remembered my claustrophobia.
Then we
went in.
We
went through large caves and smaller caves, walked on dry land and
through river, all only with
the light of our head lights. It was simply amazing. We had to swim
through deeper parts and, the best of it all, we had to climb up a
waterfall through a narrow corridor only with the help of a rope put
there for the exact purpose. My claustrophobia was screaming in my
head, my arachnophobia screaming the back vocals in case a spider
would appear, but I was having the
time of my life.
We
climbed up to the largest caves and then the spiders came. And
strangely, the arachnophobia in my head probably passed out quickly,
I wasn't as terrified as I expected I would be. I mean, I wasn't
getting unnecessarily close to the spiders, but I didn't run away
screaming either. And even when walking through the caves and
noticing the many little movenemts on the ground and across my feel,
I didn't scream and run. I was just feeling a little uneasy, but that
was it. And when the bats started flying by, I felt completely fine.
Obviously,
due to the minimum of light and my cameras being safely packed, I
couldn't také any pictures in the caves.
When we
got out, we rested for a while again and then headed back, picked up
our things and stopped at one of the largest trees.
At the
pier/huts place, we had some fruits and thai sweets (Those. Were.
Amazing.), time to relax and then we got on the long boat again and
headed back for the mainland.
The trip
back was as insane as the one in the morning, but once again, a
miracle happened and we all survived. We got back to our resort
around 7pm, had a dinner and that was about it that I had any energy
left for. It was an amazing day and I promised myself I will come
back to those caves and do it again.
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