|Kata Beach at night|
The next day, the winds proved a bit too much for us, coming at us from a different angle than the swells. Rather than scare our guests (and ourselves) in the gusts, we motored the last few hours in rolling chop. When we did get to the Surins, we were happy to get on the lee side of the islands and into some calmer waters. The first spot we put down anchor was occupied with a big motor boat that first warned us that the previous night 35 knot wind gusts had blown through the lagoon, then he complained that we had dropped anchor too close to him. We took the hint and headed to a different bay.
After moving to the other side of Ko Surin and tiptoeing through some coral-peppered areas, we found a good anchorage and stayed there for three nights. The snorkeling was very impressive (better than much of the scuba diving Sean and I had done) as the Surin Islands is a national park and renowned for it's coral and diverse sealife. After trying several areas in several bays over the course of three days, we determined that the best sights to be seen were located ... 200 metres from the stern of Popeye! We were anchored in eight metres of water, but found a coral head just outside of our anchor radius that held all sorts of wonders - clown fish, eels, angel fish ... more than our little diveshop fish guide could tell us about. We did spend an afternoon ashore but found the real entertainment to be in 0 - 3 metres of water.
|Cindy, Sean, Kate and Roger's fin|
|Kate thinks she's a fish|
|much to look at|
|Surin National Park|
After our four nights in the Surins, we decided that we should show Cindy and Roger Donald Duck Bay in the Similans. It was on the way back to Phuket, where they were flying home from, so we needed to pass that way. The winds had come around to be right on our nose, so we had to motor all the way to Ko Similan. We picked up a mooring ball just outside Donald Duck Bay and were very disappointed that a bloom of jellyfish had appeared around the boat and, we assumed, the whole island. The next morning after a very bumpy night, we were able to move into the bay and find ... no jellyfish! The current, or something, had moved them along and we were left with the amazing clarity we experienced on our last visit to this island.