We woke to a calm sea.

The Andaman Sea.

We are in the gap between buildings at the far end.

Sand, no rocks.

A bit surprised at the approx. 3m rise and fall of tide.

Sadly the Sunset Restaurant is not value for money. Relatively high prices and small portions, plus a bit bland through lack of chilly ("westernisation"). Pity really. The tame monkey trying to swipe our food didn't help!

Not many shells so presumably not many shellfish.

We think.

The coconuts seem to fall at night.

The story from the restaurant at the end of the beach is that this is "normally private land but the owner is not here".

Indications are its reasonably well known as a camp.

Ian hasn't been keeping up! We shifted the spare wheels inside the door somewhere in India when it became evident the rear was not quite as stable as we'd thought (leftover from Mongolia).

Temperature around 31-32 deg C. Sea is warm. Nice breeze most of the time.

Swimming (hydrotherapy?) two or three times a day.

No noticeable improvement yet. Hands still swollen. Pain constant. Sharp when I get arms at wrong angle. "Screams" when I really get it wrong.

We won't go on the all day 4 island snorkelling sight seeing boat trip.

Content just to sit here (for now).

Which conjured up visions of boats with wheels on tracks.

There's about a yacht per day, either sailing past or stopping to anchor for a night.

More yachts than overlanders.

They alternate between sitting on tree branches and hunting for whatever on the ground.

Not really one to benefit from someone else's misfortune but we watched this unskilled and untrained couple battle with their capsize until boatman from resort helped them.

They were never at risk of anything beyond embarrassment.

Runs from Phuket down the coast stopping at various islands.

Our swims.

Swallows can't swim.

Always at a different time, so we had to stay awake.

Bright blue bands on the underside of its wings.

Totally failed to catch it in flight.

Instead we saw a passing monkey.

Tried the food at the "Last Beach Resort" restaurant.

Reasonable. Spicy at least, though the servings were a tad small. We are on a tourist island.

Tomorrow we'll move about 130 km to another beach.

Its really quite odd. We are thoroughly enjoying relaxing by the seaside. At the same time we've been sorting stuff out, what stays in the truck and what we take on the plane.

But really, it hasn't quite sunk in that we are reaching the end of these travels.

But apparently we must.

A little bit north of our beach we discovered where the yachts anchor

The beaten track?.

We may never know.

To the best of our knowledge there is already no coal on Koh Lanta.

The gut wrenching tension wondering if we'll catch this ferry or have to wait for the next one.

There was just enough room.

A camp for the night.

About two hundred and forty kilometres to the Malaysian border.

We aren't really beach people. Too resltless. And we don't value a tan.

But it just seems a fitting end to a journey we aren't sure we want to end.

We are still looking at the Andaman Sea.

More a minor annoyance.

Juat having to be alert lest they venture inside.

They are cheaky enough.

Malaysia tomorrow.