My Personal Account Of The Sea Canoe Kayaking Excursion In Phuket Thailand Which Explores The Caves

As the anchor slid into the Andaman Sea, a hush ofceilings. You can imagine at this point I was beginning
anticipation descended on the boat. Here we were, ato question the sanity of my decision to drag myself
dozen or so tourists, dwarfed by the limestoneout of bed early that morning simply to put myself in
karsts that punctuate the seascape between Phuketmortal danger. At the same time I was trying to
Island and Krabi on Thailand's southern shore, lookingwork out which way the tide was running. If these
forward to our adventure.caves were only accessible at low tide, how much
I for one did not really know what to expect as thetime did we have to get in and out before the tide
crew unloaded the bright yellow kayaks. Will I haveturned?
to paddle? Will I be able to find my way in the dark"And when you get inside", Nit's voice interrupted my
caves?thoughts, "to protect the environment, there is no
My questions were soon answered as the head guidetalking and no smoking". Excellent, now I remembered
gave the briefing. Once we had put on our life vests,why I was risking life and limb. It was this idea of
he explained, we would pair-up and join one of thevisiting a pristine environment that had first attracted
guides waiting in their kayaks which by now hadme.
spread out around the boat like ducklings around theirThe caves were becoming narrower now as Nit
mother.manoeuvred our kayak through the dark. "Lie down"
Stepping gingerly onto my allotted kayak, I grinnedhe whispered as his torchlight captured a low hanging
nervously at my guide who beamed a typical Thairock. The ceiling of the cave was getting closer to
smile. If you know Thailand you will know what Imy face and I had to turn my head to prevent my
mean: the type of smile that can be seen fromnose scraping along the sharp limestone. This was
space. Our guide, 'Nit' was his name, paddled usactually getting exciting although I wasn't sure how
effortlessly away from the mother ship and closer tolong I could cope with this claustrophobic feeling that
the, by now, imposing cliffs of the island, the first ofwas starting to creep over me.
many we would be getting to know intimately thatBut within minutes the cave started to open up again
day.and a hint of daylight caressed the cavern wall.
This excursion was pioneered by an American JohnI squinted as we emerged into the bright sunlight,
'Caveman' Gray. It was in 1989 that John discoveredinto a land that time forgot. Trees were clinging to
the 'hongs' of Phang Nga Bay in Thailand: the Thaithe steep scrub-covered walls of the 'hong' and
word 'hong' means room and it refers to the openreaching out for the brilliant blue sky above. A sea
area inside these limestone islands. If you can imagineeagle swooped down low to see who these
that some of these islands in Phang Nga Bay areinterlopers were. And all was peace and tranquillity.
shaped like donuts, the type with a hole in the middle.The family of kayaks paddled slowly through the
John discovered that at low tide it is possible tohong, the occupants in awe of this magical, secret
follow a network of caves through the limestoneplace in southern Thailand. The only sounds were the
rock into an inner world.lapping of water, the call of the cicadas, the clicking
In that same year John set-up his company, Seaof cameras and whispers of excitement.
Canoe; and so successful was his concept that heAll too soon it was time to head back. John Gray's
spawned many copycat companies including moreprofessional guides were well aware of the
than a few Sea Canoes. To avoid confusion John hasmovement of the tides and making sure we were
re-named his company John Gray's Sea Canoe.through those caves in good time.
'Nit' explained in his very good English that at certainThe excitement only increased with each 'hong' we
points on our journey through the caves we wouldexplored and the memories of that day will never
have to lie flat on our backs because of the lowleave me.