Bain

Jamie has arrived and I am glad. Without him I wouldn’t be able to enjoy five o’clock wake up calls to pay taxi drivers or share rooms or look for keys. He has sensible footwear. He preys on pairs of girls, tricking them into believing we’re two single lads, until he can lure both of them into a threesome and leave me to my beer, feeling used. He is the reason we are perpetually leaving “the day after tomorrow”. He is good to have around.

I’m now a scuba diver. I found Nemo. I loved it. I wish I’d started ten years ago.

Tomorrow (or maybe the day after) we are leaving the east coast and heading to Krabi and Phi Phi. The gurning morons have started to arrive in anticipation of tomorrow’s full moon party in Ko Phangan, fire-jugglers, shape-throwers and pikeys. We have decided we want to be as geographically detached as possible. The monsoons have started now and am praying that the worst will hold off until we’ve finished our six-hour ferry jaunt to the mainland. When the weather’s pants in the Gulf, it’s divine in the Andaman Sea.

I should be able to conjure up a good Andaman pun, but curry sits heavily on my stomach and thinking is slow. Some more photos will come soon when back on reliable internet connections.

God Bless you all. Over.

PS Keelie is keeping a much more informative and entertaining blog about her trip through Africa here