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Jungle trekking in Koh Sok and a view of our lakeside floating huts.
*Featured air/oar guitarist is our guide ‘Rookie’
Sok it to ‘em
Our Thai guide, “my name Rookie” (definitely not his name) is sat on a vine mid-trek singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight. He’s just massacred a Celine Dion number and that was between making monkey nosies (I’m not being racist here) and gyrating around a tree whilst explaining the mating rituals of cicadas. We’re only half way through day one of our two-day tour of Koh Sok National Park and I’m wondering how we’re going to get through the rest.
Fearing possible limb atrophy following our four-day druggie beach stay, we’ve opted (I say we, there’s nothing about jungles and spiders that made this my decision) to head to the jungle,
It’s all pretty set up for tourists and the promise of sleeping of a floating raft and exploring a cave by torch light is enough to bring in the hoards. I have to admit, setting off on the longtail into the unknown was a buzz and the lake side accommodation ain’t bad. However we’re not convinced that Rookie isn’t off his rocker and we might have been better off in the boat with his colleague Pad Thai, or Pat Thai, (it sounds like the dish what ever way you say it).
In the tour brochure they neglect to mention how wet you will get caving - I’m thinking a few puddles here and there and some bat droppings. But at points you are genuinely up to your armpits and have to scramble through narrow crevices and up mini waterfalls.
The only real dampener on the day, (pun intended - read on) is the group of Frenchies who insist on stopping to take off/put on their shoes at every river crossing while the rest of us doggedly squelch through in our hikers, pretending it’s something we do every weekend after watching Homes Under The Hamer. In fact, if it’s not the shoes they are removing it’s exchanging their teeny tiny slip de bain for walking shorts too. Ouf!