Scuba Madness on Koh Tao! Part 6

The End of an Era

The Fall of SSDC

The next character was an Irish girl who taught english on the mainland but came back to Koh Tao to dive again. She nearly got herself killed one night when she thought it would be a good idea to ride stoned and drunk then swerve in front of a thai motorbike. The luck of the Irish was with her though and she got away with concussion and a massive bill for the damages and injuries (both to her and thais). From then on she hung out at the diveshop doing nothing in particular but singing random tunes and (badly) imitating a thai dancer. Following a berserk outburst and hissyfit in one of the jungle 'nightclubs' she alienated herself and drifted back to the mainland to start teaching again!

A canadian millionaire showed up next, throwing money into course after course for him and his family. He was wise but had no idea to apply things to others different to himself. He also never tipped me for one fun-dive either, stingy bstard!

The good times were getting fewer and fewer though, we were living on borrowed time carrying on the way we were. Times had changed, fewer and fewer back-packers and travellers were passing through Koh Tao. Love 'em or hate 'em it was the independent and free-spirited types like them that helped bankroll us and as they got fewer and fewer our wages dropped.
The new 'samsonite-brigade' diver preferred the cosy and all-inclusive world of the "flood 'em and fleece 'em" mass-diving operator like Bans and Big Blue.

Wildren, in typical character, decided a different approach was needed. First was a TV set with a DVD showcasing the diving we'd done running dusk till dawn. This worked to an extent but after the numbers fell again Will decided on a more 'hands on approach'. We got totally wasted inside the dive shop then went outside hooting and hollering for all and sundry, near and far to come in for some diving! This didn't have much effect but made us feel a whole lot better.

I think the final nail in the coffin was a left-wing nut-job Brit girl who created the Koh Tao Dive Operators Club (or KTDOC for short). It sounds pretty neat but the reality was (and is) that every two-bit dive shop, dive school and resort was induced to price-fix. This is fine for the big schools who have a large influx of pre-booked divers and savvy touts, but lousy for small schools whose existence depended on smaller profit margins and 'walk-in' business. The new price list for diving were way too high to justify our maverick and low-end style which also meant cheaper prices for diving.
We just didn't have the facilities and high-end quality that the big schools had to justify the higher rates. Shoestring and a make-do ability were our watchwords, swimming pool and mega-bucks resort facilities theirs. The big diving factory's like Bans that could churn out armies of divers. You'd see them crammed onto converted fishing boats rammed like cattle, barely able to move. We still had an edge and that was the quieter area, proximity to the beach, small-groups specialty and up-to-date quality dive gear. This edge helped for repeat business was noticeable.
But it was only a slight edge that soon dulled when our rival 'small-group' school - New Wave Diving followed suit. They'd taken a different strategy of employing an utter shark of a ferry tout who'd work the ferry's coming in from Samui and Chumpon. Our own tout who'd been well-schooled by Wildren and was unbribeable did his best, but up against the seasoned and aggressive tout veterans he stood no chance. He was a mild-mannered soul and unsavvy to the ways of salesmanship. Which, there was no denying, New Wave's tout had. It was even reckoned, at one point that he was the richest single thai man on Koh Tao.
We were going under and only Bob and I saw the writing on the wall. Wildren was defiant though, he'd change the subject or blame the lack of effort on his team in touting divers. Whenever I proposed radical changes it was angrily dismissed.
Our other options were ditching the speed-boat in favour of a pick-up for transporting customers from the Mae Haad pier to Sairee or even a mainland office in Chumpon for booking in divers fresh off the bus and train. To be honest, Wildrens fierce pride and the fact that he didn't really have as much power as he let on. A manager no doubt, but one that was still under Balm's very limiting sphere of change. For all that though Wildren held in there and kept going long after a lesser manager would of fled into the night.
We tried to recruit divers from bars and in the streets but 9 times out of 10 they were already locked-in to another school. It was getting to the point that the money we made wouldn't even cover the rent! Morale had sunk from the dizzy heights of December to the low-season blues, by February I'd had enough and felt the winds of change blowing through Koh Tao. Money was tight and 'Balm' paid divemasters only a fixed rate per dive as opposed to a percentage-based system (which the instructors got) was really pissing us all off. This was a bone of contention for us, especially when we weren't paid a salary and relied upon numbers of divers diving.

For a time Wildren towed the line and I dreaded that we'd join the sheep dive schools and fall-in to the KTDOC bs. Not Wildren, he just cut his prices to match the reduced operating costs compared to the big boys. Soon enough the customers returned in numbers and we were back on top again. The long-awaited speedboat arrived. It was hardly what we had been led to believe. Thai-built, it was a rough, tough and shoddy machine. Seaworthy but lacking a fibre-glass hull for high-speed planing the machine was nothing more than a white elephant. It was still a good addition to the fleet but the timing was way off when more customer numbers and expansion was key, as opposed to a nice extra.

Balm was still edgy though, the other thai land owners of the dive schools (who run the dive scene behind the scenes) were squeezing him. To compound matters the farang element of the big schools tried to get in on the 'strong-arm' action. Big Blue (one of KTDOCs main backers) had an industrious-minded Japanese girl who tried the softly-softly approach. First it was banter. Then came the pressure:

Big Blue: 'Raise the prices in-line with KTDOC policy'
Us: 'Why should we?'
Big Blue: 'Oh it keeps the quality of diving services for all dive-operators on Koh Tao'
Us: 'We don't need KTDOCs policies to keep up our own quality and safety' then pressure, finally the threats came via notes and phone calls other diveshop's. Wildren met fire with fire and despite the threats and bullying we held our own.

A dark side of the story came when the Japanese girl disappeared and was found dead in the jungle a week later(2004).
Some said she had jumped off a high cliff, others that she'd been strangled with a regulator hose and thrown off the cliff. Fingers were pointed at her co-manager in Big Blue. She was from an affluent family who kicked up a real stink and questioned the islands coroner verdict but none of it came to anything.

The Fall

The end for SSDC didn't come from external attack, but like many fledgling organisations, it came from within.
'Balm' had a shrewish, craven mistress that he'd whisked away from Surat Thani whilst attending studies there.
She soon started to exert a 'Svengali' influence on him that seemed to amplify when the Spy wine started flowing. Always at his side, all business dealings would be listened-in on by this vixen of a woman.
Seeking to curry favour she demanded we raise our prices again. Wildren ignored her at first but one fateful night with everyone fueled up off Chang, Sangsom and Spy she exploded at Wildren, hands flying everywhere Wildren threw her to the ground violently. 'Balm' was a pussy in most senses but he still had some clout, being a land-owner and 'an islander' by birthright.
Now, spurred into action he mobilised our once loyal thai workforce into action. We barely had enough time to grab our gear before 'Balm' had them close the dive shop and chain the doors shut!
SSDC had had its last dive! The island affair was over for me and a few others but it was one hell of a ride!

Bob went on to greener pastures at Planet Scuba in Mae Haad where he is rumoured to be the Course Director now. The Finnish Divemaster met and married a traveller and announced in an email she was severing all ties to her old life of diving, which included all her friends (quirky folk these finnish birds!). 'Strom' had enough of Thailand as he preferred women who were 'more fleshy and voluptuous'. Last heard of knocking about S. America.
The weird 'ex-marine' dive instructor 'Bruce' drifted away to LV Divers then tried getting in on the teaching english game out in S. Korea. When this failed he faded from the diving scene. Wildren had to flee the island to escape 'Balms' wrath. He mooched about for awhile in Hua Hin before going back to being a roving diver-for-hire around Thailand last heard about working on Koh Tao again! Balms wrath now eclipsed with more Spy induced pacifism no doubt!

The End

Source: On The Road Thailand

Scuba Madness on Koh Tao! Part 5

SSDC and the French Rebellion

A recent 'revolt' as it was termed resulted in about 2 instructors and a few divemasters being fired from SSDC. This happened months previous to my 'tour' on Koh Tao but was often spoken about and good for a laugh.
Will had gone wild partying at the Full Moon party on Koh Pha Ngan, gone on full 'barbarian-unleashed' mode with various illicit substances and passed out at daybreak. He missed the boat back and ended up hitching a ride on a speedboat. By the time he'd got back to the dive shop the senior instructor, a sniveling frenchman, had nearly convinced the rest of the dive squad to elect him as dive manager, using Wildren's wild ways and his absence as good grounds for him to take charge. Will, still hungover and suffering from dehydration arrived back to the dive shop to a hostile standoff in the office with a majority of divers siding against Wildren. After a heated argument Wildren had barracked and blazed the 'coup' to a stalemate. Some of the divemasters and instructors now started to question among themselves if the would-be-usurper would be up to the job, after-all Will had proved himself more than capable of bringing work their way AND sticking the course. Wildren was the immovable force but then the frenchman pulled out his trump card, 'Balm'. He reckoned that applying 'French-style' creative reason and Wildrens flaws he could convince 'Balm' to fire Wildren out of hand. So off he went down the slope to where 'Balm', ever the grinning monkey as long as he had his Spy wine to sup, sat at his table. All looked on as, for thirty minutes, he exasperated himself fruitlessly to 'Balm'. At the end of the thirty minutes the look on his face as he meekly approached the diveshop said it all, he'd blown it. Wildren didn't hesitate, he grabbed the Frenchmans divebag and hurled it full force at the guy bidding him a sardonic farewell (I forget the exact words). The remaining divers now abandoned any notion of forcing a leadership challenge and either swore allegiance to Wildren once again or played down their part. Will was tempted to fire the lot of them but could only get rid of the ring-leaders. Now getting a new diving team rapidly was a chancy business. Over the next few days the Frenchman and his cronies gloated from his bungalow nearby, expecting SSDC to fall due to the lack of manpower, thankfully, along came ('big bad') Bob to fill the gap along with several other divermasters.
So ended the 'French' Rebellion. SSDC lived to see another day.

The Norseman Cometh!

The wild ride got wilder when a crazy Norwegian drug dealer 'Strom'(not his real name) showed up with a hulking bodyguard in tow. He was blown through his Open-Water course and before long I had to take him fun-diving! I helped him underwater and, with Wildrens Nordic roots and hell-raising antics in the local bars soon established firm bonds with Strom and he soon took to our underdog diveshop as its official patron. The days of us sitting in the diveshop now became days sitting on the beach with Strom buying bottle after bottle of the finest french white wine for his favourite dive team! Life suddenly became very opulent indeed.

It didn't stop there either. Strom was intent on leaving behind his more nefarious past and going more straight and narrow. He announced he was making arrangments for massive investment into SSDC and we all thought the mythical ship of gold had landed. A Go-go bar, an overhaul of the dive shop and radical improvements to the dive fleet. It was the equivalent of kings ransom but money was no object in Stroms eyes and he was on a roll.
The only hitch was, we needed Balms consent as the land was his. Compounding matters was a thai family that also had their beady eye on SSDCs Restaurant and spare land too. Strom was determined that if he couldn't have the spare land for development then the deal was off.
We held our breath and crossed our fingers. At first we thought we'd cracked it, the thai family couldn't clinch the deal, the price wasn't right for Balm.
Right after they left it was Stroms turn. He turned on the charm and via Wildrens mistress interpreting rapid fire norse-accented english into thai things where moving.
The chips were down and 'Strom's' cash from his 'contacts' was waiting for the go-ahead in a Norwegian bank. Then came the crunch, 'Balm' didn't want to relinquish hold on his restaurant without retaining control of the menu, 'Strom' was adamant that change was needed, radical change. The menu had to change, it was too boring and needed variety. The deal ended in a stalemate. Balm was interested but not enough to agree to full sell-out. 'Strom' wasn't into half-measures either. So the deal was put on hold. We returned to the bar and mused on what could of been but for Balms fickle ways.
Weeks later 'Strom', probably bored by now anyway. Severed all chance of a deal when his wine bill kept getting rigged by one of 'Balms' dodgy underlings 'Nong'. It was a greedy and foolish thing even by thai standards. They saw Strom as a money haemoraghing whale. But he was a clever whale and if they had been patient he may yet of comprimised and committed. But Thailand is Thailand so the Strom adventure ended. Although I didn't always see eye to eye with Strom (a long story) I admired his dogged determination. He threw a lot of money into SSDC, spending fortunes on courses and diving he was generous to all of us. Wildren didn't have a bike, 'Strom' would reach into his pocket and get him one. Drinks for the boys, no problem. Visa run next week Johnny? No problem here's the tickets. He was that sort of guy.

End of Part 5

Source: On The Road Thailand

Scuba Madness on Koh Tao! Part 4

SSDC - Taking the Reagan Approach

The Divemasters, Instructors and Managers who run the dive shops and dive schools on Koh Tao are fiercely competitive. There were two methods dive shops and schools would pay their DMs and Instructors: A flat-rate monthly wage or a percentage based wage (based on how many paying customers there were). Potentially the latter would be more lucrative, but only with a good flow of customers. Without a steady stream of business the bills would just mount up steadily.

At first all went well, the relaxed, stress-free atmosphere and Will's hands-off 'Reagan Approach' to being the boss seemed to be paying off.
As far as I was concerned I was on the up and up though, the shtty parts of SSDC were certainly nothing in the grander scheme of things and at the time you just made do and got on with the job. I wasn't the strutting alpha-male minded dive instructor (something Koh Tao is overrun with) and several of my peers did not like the fact that a mere Divemaster walked into a job straight after getting his DM ticket. Looking back the other divers who went on to get their OWSI ticket did seem incredibly petty in some ways.

SSDC - The Rise and Fall

The first few months went well, the dive bookings were high and money was rolling-in. We'd just installed an air-compressor on board the sea dragon (ending the back-breaking chore of transporting scuba tanks on and off the boat each day) and an order was placed for a speed-boat to be built-to-order. The rainy season was still around but this didn't dampen the diving spirit! It was one big party with the PADI logo seemingly looking down on us as the children of the beach.

The Diving Knights, Barons and Kings

Our other diving 'musketeers' at SSDC, aside from Wildren were a varied species indeed. We had a tattooed part-time instructor who claimed to be an ex-US Marine on-the-run. This was despite having an Aussie accent and having the manner and way of a Walter Mitty. He never really got the message that he wasn't employed by SSDC but just as a free-lancer (brought in for any overspill we couldn't handle). He got booted, but it took a while.
The feather in our cap was Bob, a retiring but astute dive instructor who'd recently got his Staff Instructor ticket. A Brit who had travelled around the world and had built up a network of diving contacts. His encyclopedic knowledge of diving was second to none and he was a very talented instructor.
A roving technical diving instructor 'Loz' also joined our merry band. A real maverick, he followed his own path, having worked all over the world but could charm a bird from the trees and make it look like childsplay. He and Bob were often at loggerheads and would jockey for supremacy as 'senior' instructor. It wasn't an unfriendly rivalry though, one was from the murky world of technical diving the other from the fresh and breezy recreational sphere. There was respect for each other other. The same was also apparent with Loz and Wildren. At first Loz's quirky ways and happy-go-lucky charm aggravated Wildren, who brooded that he was too much for SSDC but we won him around and the team was almost complete.
There was another Divemaster, a matronly girl from Finland who spoke fluent english and Finnish. She had a seemingly innate artistic talent, any artwork or painting that needed doing around the place she took care of. Even without being asked.
Then there was me, Johnny B!
Besides the usual donkey work that Divemasters are saddled with I was very much the glue that helped the place stick together. I helped build up the dive shops website, ran the marketing and promotion of the place made sure the DMTs weren't destroying the place and did all the routine crap that DMs often do. We'd do a lot of stuff pro-actively too. Looking back I was a very different person then. These days I'd tell a person to take a hike if I was a DM all over again, but back then, on Koh Tao the 'Micro-Universe' effect was that you just did what was expected of you and party to beat the band. We even had our own Island dialect and language.
If you took a girl out, that was laying siege. First base or kissing was taking the walls. Inside the castle but not the keep was oral and sleeping together but not full sex. Taking the keep was going all the way. As you can imagine, we could be speaking about many things and even fluent english speakers would struggle to understand what we were saying if we used dialect.

The land our diveshop was built on belonged to the thai owner 'Balm'. Originally the locals in Koh Tao were crab fishermen and coconut farmers, when the tourists and back-packers came along the locals moved more into restaurants, building dive shops and bungalows.
He was a washed-up drunk (or a wood hippy as Wildren called him) who usually spent the latter half of the day drunk on 'Spy' wine in the restaurant and the rest away from Koh Tao doing a college course in Engineering. I took him to be a 'hands-off' kind of owner but he was a lurking snake of man in many ways. We'd bring a load of divers in for a days diving and he'd announce that the dive boat was going to be used for a day-trip for thai (non-diver) tourists instead! His meddling really did damage to the diving operations.

I got a phone call from Planet Scuba on the second day of work, they wanted me to start work immediately. I turned them down and committed to SSDC. Wildren made a show of this, proclaiming that the 'underdogs' had poached from the one of the big boys.
Koh Tao is a party-island and after the diving was finished for the day the crazy drinking and partying would begin. Almost every dive shop or school has a bar or restaurant (often both!). There was/is a party almost every night somewhere on Koh Tao and to be honest there is probably as much money made in the islands bar industry as in diving! Buckets of sangsom, 'snorkal tests' and a whole host of other drinking games all add to the island madness.

The dive establishments are almost always owned by the original Thai Restaurant owners. After almost a month of working non-stop the rosy facade of diving began to crack under the hard truths and facts to working on Koh Tao, especially a shoe-string dive operation. The the only industrial grade generator on the island provided on-the-grid power from dusk till dawn (1800 and 0800), any power needs outside of this time had to be from independent generators. SSDC had but two, one that was for running the compressor and restaurant at day and for the diveshop; a small jungle-based system that only under 'Balms' consent' could be turned on.
The diveshop was underfunded and the lack of a reliable power supply really exposed our achilles heel. Time and time again customers would be dumbfounded as all the fans, lights, TVs and videos cut-out in the midst of an Open Water course lecture! We'd then struggle to get the battery-linked system fired up while cursing balm and his satang saving tricks. Only to find that the battery's had been drained the previous day/night from the thais watching videos! The lack of any aircon was a real grind, especially when we learned that the next-door dive school 'New Wave' had Aircon piped in and running for free via the 7-11 generator! When the setting sun hit the diveshop from 1530 to 1730 it was like being in a furnace. A solar powered system would of been a boon but none existed back then on Koh Tao, so we often would just sit and wait for the magical hour of 1800 when the main island generator would fire up and the fans would jump into life.
Mosquito's are a gripe anywhere in Thailand. But one thing about Koh Tao and especially Sairee village that they don't tell you in the tourist books is how much swampland and marsh there is that the dive industry is built on and around. The little bstards would buzz everywhere and Sairee's main swamp was less than 50 yards from the gear room! Every time you'd go to lift off a BCD a cloud of them would emerge.

One thing about Divemastering is that the money (like most jobs in Thailand that foreigners get into) was lousy and one of the few perks was free diving on party island. I think that the most I ever earned in one month was about 18,000 baht. This was in late 2003, and even back then it was poverty-line stuff when you factor in visa-runs and the party-atmosphere in Koh Tao. God bless the savings, I think most of us out there pretty much lived off our savings unless you were an instructor for Bans Diving or the like. You'd be dipping in a time here, a time there when money was tight! But when you're cresting the wave and having a blast these things like money can take second place, especially when you live the diving lifestyle in Thailand.

The hours were long, I'd get to the dive shop about 0730 - 0800 hrs, process the fun-divers (usually having them already sized them up with rental scuba gear the previous day), Capt Nemo would bring in the victuals and then it was time for a days diving (usually 2 dives) off the main dive boat - The Sea Dragon. At the end of the diving we'd get back to the mooring, shuttle back via longtail and then it was time to clean the gear, sign the log-books and head to the bar for drinks! This would happen every day if we were in full swing.

If I didn't stay for drinks you'd typically be getting into the room at about 1800 - 1830 hrs.

Our diveshop was the last of its breed on Koh Tao, an independent place which didn't affiliate to the big name brands like Bans or Big Blue and partying for the hell of it and damn the establishment. A Thai government man had recently been ejected unceremoniously from attempting to audit the tax on Koh Tao, we saluted the act. We went out on island clean-up and pulled down power-lines in a drunken blast across the port village Mae Had, it looked hairy for a moment when the local policeman raced over. 'No problem here' bellowed Wildren and simply blamed it on Buddha View!

End of Part 4

Source: On The Road Thailand

Busting Bikes and Scuba Madness on Koh Tao! Part 3

Wildren and the Rise of SSDC

Back at Hightimes that night I lay into Jimbob (who I'm starting to realise isn't really 'all-there') about his shoddy directions. He tries to play it off explaining that I must of 'taken a wrong turn'. I'm about to press the matter when into the bar comes this man-mountain of a guy with his mistress. The fumes, smoke and gloom cleared and I beheld what would be my mentor, leader and friend for the rest of my time on Koh Tao. He's one of the few US guys on the island. Calling himself 'Wildren' or 'Will' for short. If it wasn't for the US accent he could of stepped straight from the pages of a Viking Saga or Barbarian movie. Long blond hair reminiscent of a hippy surfer from Hawaii or Long Beach yet with the strength of three divers. He was wise, friendly and gregarious yet had a foul and dangerous temper when the mood took him. Indeed when he was brooding few could approach him, if you pushed him so far, push any more and God help you. A natural born drinker and womaniser he was (and still is) a real colourful character on Koh Kao. Will ran one of the many fledgling, independent dive shops on Koh Tao: Siam Scuba Dive Center (SSDC). The place is gone now, another diveshop took over the site at the behest of the thai owner but back then it had a pretty wild west reputation. The divers were very much either the semi-outlaw types or neo-hippys. The thai workers for the dive schools tended to have the 'private army' mentality so you'd be able to call upon them for any help you'd need if any customers turned nasty. This was pretty rare but did happen once while I was there. The divers working for the big dive schools tended to be graduates and gap-year types just bumming their way through Asia, although there were both sides on either side too if you know what I mean. The big schools had the left-wing toffs and richboys living off their parents vibe whereas the small schools was more right-wing.

Politics aside SSDC was known for standing up to the big dive companies and doing things their way, in fact it had already gone to dive sites thought impossible at certain times and proved the critics wrong. Full moon dive at Sail Rock? No problem!
The mainstream divers cried out the currents would be too strong to dive it. How can you say something you didn't even know unless you tried it first. We dived Sail Rock on a Full Moon and it was a blast. No major currents. In fact it was Jim's way of diving first and the system's second. Some called it the 'scuba madness' that Koh Tao seemed to encourage but one thing for sure meant that diving with SSDC wasn't boring.

Back in the 1990s the dive industry on Koh Tao was a free-for-all with a 'grab the tanks, get your gear and get in the water'. SSDC pretty much was the last swan-song for the 80s and 90s Zeitgiest. The hyperbaric boys who came in one day to give a lecture did lament the change of the dive scene, with SSDC being a vivid reminder of those heady days. It warmed the heart in a way, but the groove changes and that's just the way it goes, even on Koh Tao.

Anyway, back to Hightimes bar and to my suprise Will declared he was looking for a divemaster. Despite knowing that a response from Planet Scuba (a big player on the dive scene in Koh Tao) was imminent I threw in my lot with Will's wild band of merry men and women. Following assurances and contact details that were exchanged I left early and hit the sack. The following day I roared out through a monsoon storm to Sairee beach to pay a visit to SSDC. Will was waiting and I think showing up despite the rainstorm helped me get the job. Having fixed his lap-top (which mysteriously blew-up later! Another story) the job was as good as mine!

End of Part 3

Source: On The Road Thailand

Busting Bikes and Scuba Madness - Part 2

Where it all began

Chumpon

I'd already learned to dive in Phuket, and though the nightlife and diving scene there is A1 I'd heard of this other great little island for diving called Koh Tao. Back in the 1990s the island was a real gem in the backpackers map of islands to visit. It was 2003 when I showed up at Chumpon harbour. All I had was a backpack crammed with diving gear, my usual adventurous instincts and a good dose of optimism. The early morning flight into Bangkok and the train journey had taken some of the wind out of me but I still wasn't tired.

The so called 'War on Terror' was raging a world away but to all intents and purposes it was life as usual in the Land of Smiles.

Chumpon Pier

There were five of us waiting to board the six-hour slow boat to Koh Tao. The 250 Baht we paid got us a small mat to lie on at the covered top deck of a converted fishing boat. Clambering on we made our way to sleeping Koh Tao. The other travellers were divers as well, some new wave blonde from the States and a feminazi Scottish little runt.
I soon picked up a few things about Koh Tao that I needed to know. One was that the island was small, it is the smallest island out of the three (the other two being Koh Samui, Koh Phang Yan) and divers were all over the place on Tao.
Koh Tao

Arriving on Koh Tao at six in the morning was like for me. Everything was so quiet, it had just been raining and a real sense of a lost island paradise was there. I'd already made my mind up to complete a Divemaster course at Buddha View Dive Center. I can't remember the specific reason, it might of been a recommendation it might of just been on a whim but soon enough The way Divemaster training works out on Koh Tao is you can do either the 2 week, cram-everything-into it-and-work-like-mad course OR opt for the do-it-at-your-own-pace course. I chose the latter (aka the internship based Divemaster Course). The course was pretty cool looking back to 2003. The divers (almost all of whom were either European, American or Japanese) tended to be easy-going lefties and hippie types. There was (and still is!)drinking parties, opium dens, mushroom shake bars and smoking the wacky-backy was rife. The violence that seems to be more commonplace was seldom for fighting amoungst the divers was a rare occurrence (given all the dope and diving going round it wasn't surprising).
The divers themselves tended to be either gap-year students traveling with their partners or lone traveller types. Plenty of them were on 'round-the-world' tickets and Koh Tao happened to be on the way south for them heading towards Malaysia and Australia. Often they'd intend on staying only a few days but end up staying until their cash ran out and their relatives tired of endless money requests!
The nationalities of the divers varied, but the majority tended to be Scandinavian, English, German, Canadian and Japanese. The Divers actually working there as Instructors or Divemaster's were usually either British, German or Scandinavian. Canadians and Japanese divers tended to travel in packs, although they were friendly enough, they usually kept to each others 'clique'.
People from North America tended to be in a distinct minority on Koh Tao and African folk even rarer (I only every met one African in the six months I stayed!).
Anyway back to the story...

After a month or so I was soon got qualified as a divemaster. Others wanted to go for their OWSI (Open Water Scuba Instructor) but I wanted to get some work first and had had enough of training. I applied for a job with Planet Scuba and was waiting for an answer when I'd found this crazy bar called 'High-Times'. An opium den hangout just a stone-throw's from my bungalow. The place was being overseen by these three crazy thai guys who ran speed-boat journey's back to the mainland and the other islands on the side and the guy in charge was a kept 'husband' of a Katoey! I know, only in Thailand!
Jimbob and Hightimes Bar

A wayward farang guy calling himself 'Jimbob' worked at a reggae bar called Hightimes. He had little money, was in debt, but was making the best of a bad situation by running the bar, creating artwork and stenciling for the place. After a few nights of going there to drink I complained about how the rents were being pushed up all over the island. Jimbob, seizing to this declared that there were bungalows available for free and some as cheap as 1500 baht per month. Ranting and raving like a man with a mission I pressed him for more information. He went on to explain that for an 'Ultra Cheap' Bungalow was going for the knock-down price of between 1500 to 3000 baht per month. The only problem was, though nearer to SSDC (which was in Sairee) it was off the beaten track in the center of the island, vaguely knowing the area I knew an offroad bike would be crucial in getting there. (See beginning of this page)

End of Part 2

Source: On The Road Thailand

Busting Bikes and Scuba Madness on Koh Tao! Part 1

Part 1 - Into the biking!

With notions of grand adventure carrying my heels I set off on my recently purchased Yamaha DT 200 the following day. The bike was a heavy piece of metal though, it sounded rough, had no YPVS (Yamaha Power Valve System - vital for getting the 2-strokes power exerted fully) and starting it was hit and miss. I'd overlooked these faults with the 'kudos' of riding one of the few dirt-bikes on the island (typically back then only instructors were able to ride scramblers and off-road bikes). Eager to join 'The Club' I forked out 12500 baht and bought it. No papers, no plates, nothing legal but on Koh Tao the thai style attitude is 'no rules, they belong on the mainland' and this to a greater extent wears off on the farang too.

So off I rode, up from Chalok ban Khao and then hanging a left at the gas pumps towards the main island generator. Here the concrete road ended and the fun really began! Dips, holes and craters were all over the place. There was no agility to this beast I was riding, it may of only been 200cc but it was underpowered and cumbersome so it was a case of make a line for the nearest clear patch and take it from there, and so on. Hitting the bumps and rough wasn't too much of a problem either as it was designed for the rough. 'Yeah this is cool' I mused, thinking that once I've got through this patch the rest is easy.
Wrong! After passing the place where the half-moon parties get held (every half-moon) I followed Jimbobs 'easy-to-get-to' directions and climbed a hill to it's summit. Nothing there but a coconut farmer wondering what a farang is doing in the middle of nowhere!
'Oh well!' I'll try the next hill. Nothing, the next one. Still nothing. No sign of this elusive bungalow on the cheap! Finally I attempt to take the one remaining route further into the heart of Koh Tao.

The route was uphill again but as I rounded a corner and instead of the usual ruts and potholes it was great heavy boulders and slab-like rocks. They formed a tough path uphill and around to the right (towards Tanote Bay). By this point I'd only encountered heavy suspension rigged pick-ups and should of picked up on the warning signs there and then, but onward I went.

Koh Tao Trail, they get worse than this!!

Without pausing I hammered the bike on full throttle and bounced up the hill like a mad pogo biker. Once at the top it was plain to see I was in the middle of nowhere. The path now descended again sharply and was now loose gravel track instead of the mount Olympus boulders of before. There was not a bungalow in sight! Just the eastern coast of Koh Tao and the coastal settlements there which the downhill track led too. I realised that even if I found the 'hallowed bungalow' Jimbob preached about there was no chance of me wanting to make a daily commute up and down the hellish track every day. Not least for riding home in pitch-black conditions. I took a look at where the descending trail turned left towards the coastal settlements after 300 yards and though 'What the hell, lets see what's down there!'

No sooner had I eased the bike downhill then I realised I'd become undone. Even with the bike in 1st gear the angle of descent was way too sharp and the gravel too loose for a safe descent to the corner ahead. The speed, at best would mean I'd be carried over the corner and face a drop into god-knows-what and at worse collide with the occasional pick-up.
I touched the back brakes then the front ones that created a uncontrollable slide. With no other way out I was about to abandon bike and let it slide into oblivion when I spied a large,upright boulder off to one side. 'Fck it!'I swore and just steered the hunk of metal straight into the thing! The rock cracked, the gas tank came apart and down went the bike fuel pissing out like dying beast! Knowing it was going to take a long time to hike back to civilization I reluctantly worked on re-starting the beast. I finally turned it uphill, got it started and struggled back up the hill. It could barely power itself up the incline let alone grip the gravel so hardly in the spirit of biking I resigned myself to 'walking' the bike up the hill in 1st gear a near standstill, engine sounding ready to explode! So ended the Bungalow Quest!

How did I even end up in that mess? Well it's a long story and is from back when I was bitten by the diving and biking bug.
There's a few cool places in Thailand for scuba diving. Your mainstream choices are: Phuket (excellent nightlife, excellent diving but very expensive), Pattaya (good nightlife, affordable but the diving's pretty lousy) and Koh Tao (ultra cheap and good diving).
For biking it's quite good too, with some offroad areas for having a good scramble about on.

End of Part 1

Source: On The Road Thailand