After a few days in Bangkok, we headed to Dolphin Bay Resort, around 3 hours south of Bangkok, and about 30 minutes south of Hua Hin. We wanted to go to a beach within driving distance of Bangkok where we could just relax and do nothing, and this fit the bill perfectly.
The hotel (it’s definitely not a resort, despite the name) is across the street from the beach, and has a few salt water pools and a good restaurant. The beach isn’t the pristine aqua blue water beach that you see in the Thailand guidebooks, but it was shallow, there weren’t many waves, and the water was nice and warm.
There were massive jellyfish that washed up on shore each afternoon as the tide was going out, but luckily we didn’t encounter any in the water.
It’s definitely a family-friendly hotel, and everyone there either had kids or was retired. There are a bunch of excursions you can go on, and we would have taken advantage of that if we thought M could have handled it. But we were pushing the baby envelope enough by introducing him to water, sand, heat, having to wear a hat, and swimming pools all at one time. So we just hung out on the beach, by the pool, and in our air-conditioned hotel room.
The hotel also has a spa where you can get Thai massages and other stuff. One afternoon we took turns watching M and each of us got an hour-long massage. It was heavenly.
If I’m being honest, my favorite thing about the hotel was going downstairs every morning for breakfast and being greeted with the smell of bacon. Every morning, I ate bacon. It was wonderful.
The hotel restaurant was good, not spectacular, and slightly expensive for Thailand, but inexpensive for a hotel restaurant. The panang curry, however, was extraordinary, and I can be picky about restaurant food. The burgers were also better than expected.
After a few days of eating at the hotel restaurant, we decided to venture out a little, and we discovered a wonderful place called Meaw Restaurant that had tables and chairs set up in the sand by the beach. The food was better and less expensive than our hotel, so we went back for lunch and dinner every day after that. Plus the waitress would bring our food and then take M, fan him, and coo at him while we ate.
We almost didn’t give Meaw Restaurant a try simply because of the name. It looked too much like “meow,” which is a little ridiculous, but we wouldn’t go to a Woof Restaurant or a Neigh Restaurant, so there you go.
One night while we were eating dinner at Meaw, a very nice young lady asked if she could hold M. We said yes. Then she gestured, asking if she could take him to the open-air bar next door. She seemed harmless enough so we said yes (questionable parenting choice? maybe.), and she was back less than a minute later because M was starting to get fussy. Apparently she walked up to a dude there, claimed M was his, and that he needed to give her money. Ha!
Overall, we had a nice, relaxing vacation in Thailand, to the extent that that is possible with a baby. Neither of us wanted to leave!