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Sunday 10 May (Mothers' Day), Khao Lak
above: a painting of the JW Marriott, which adorns a wall at the resort. The hardest thing I've done today is to find a comfortable position sitting up in bed, to read a book. An easy alternative was to fall asleep on the couch outside on the balcony. Too easy, in fact. One complaint - there's too much food. The concept of skipping a course seems incomprehensible to the waiters. If you say you'll skip mains, and just have entree and dessert, they nod agreeably, then ask what you want for mains. So far, the food rates about a 4 out of 5. The big fail was last night dessert, a raspberry pannacotta. Now, I've become something of an expert on pannacottas. Tasting them that is, not cooking them. That's ever since I was introduced to this dessert in a mountain village in Tuscany, in a restaurant recommended by Geoff and Katrina after they'd come across it a year earlier. Dessert bliss that was, and last night's didn't measure up. It would have been OK if it had been called something else. Still on food - the bread here is excellent, unlike much of south east Asia, where it tends to be too sweet for my taste. I think son Geoff, a noted bread connoisseur, and son-in-law Ashley, an excellent bread maker, would approve. Breakfast is a huge buffet affair, served in a big dining area, with a impressive array of choices, including the highly-rated bread. I'd heard that there were a couple of different areas for seating, away from the main dining hall, so when we arrived, I asked for a table in a quiet area. We were led to an annex, which is categorically declared: "Non Kid Zone". So that's how they keep this area quiet. DB spent of couple of hours today organising some sort of schedule for us - a cooking class, massages, spa treatments, a day trip to local islands in a UNESCO World Heritage area, and a shuttle bus to a tsunami memorial in the nearby village. Plus, of course, the all-important dinner reservations, with a choice of Western, Thai (excellent, based on our first night's meal), Italian and Japanese. No, not Japanese. Raw fish is not one of my indulgences. |
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