Tarutao Island by Yacht and Sea Kayak

Have you ever been in a place that you are not sure of all has never been to before? It's a very difficult thing to do in those days. Each island has been explored, climbed every mountain. Tarutao Island is one of those places where anything can happen. It is located in the province of Satun in southern Thailand and is a tourist island that person (only) is fine. It is a park ranger and a ferry, but the call of the best snorkeling in the islands further east, Ko Lipe, Adang, Rawi, and it is too tempting for most tourists.I made ​​a trip to Tarutao few years ago. There were 20 of us we had two new yachts and captains that the waters and islands like the backs of their hairy legs. The previous year the kids to the park and the crocodile cave, the doors of our lost world where Pirates of Tarutao used to save their treasure. This year we decided to study law in the cave of sea kayaking, river and mangroves to argue the other side.

Now we were in a mangrove river that I knew to be visited by only a handful of people. First you kayak Then you have the taste of their rank in a dark cave, and, finally, it is necessary to further explore. Somebody must have been here, but sea kayaking are just limestone and is very difficult to walk on precipitation sharpening the points of rock. The cave is too small for traditional boats and go under the river was full of crocodiles to the seventies when it became fashionable to wear them.
It was not too adventurous so we paddled on. After all, hundreds of people visited the cave of 50 meters behind us every year. After about 2 km you reach a rock, which limits our way. The tide was still good and we noticed a crack in the rock and the river flowed through it. We have our body tilted to the side and pressed. We have a new cave. It was only a few feet long and a different key and we spit on the opposite side.
Again, we paddled another 15 minutes and took us to another stumbling block. A twist and a duck and we have experienced. This has now happened twice and I thought crocodiles, as I began to wonder how the skin of a hungry hunter would do here in the seventies. As everywhere in Thailand, where the crocodile is still what it was. Luckily we stumbled upon a nest of hornets. The snacks are annoying but not dangerous, and while I had no visible threat to my safety than my imagination, I was not looking for excuses to head back much.