Back now. Two days into my new job. My body clock is fixed while my imitation Franck Muller wristwatch is already on the blink. The luggage remains unpacked. (I left with seven kilos and came back with 48, but I left five kilos of excess body weight somewhere in Phi Phi.) My enthusiasm is waning and this will be the last of the entries. Thanks for reading and thanks a lot for your messages of support.
The trip ended, post-trekking up north with a drunk called Noi, with dinner for two atop the Banyan Tree Hotel on the 62nd floor’s Vertigo restaurant. I had a nine course dégustation menu. Mrs K had soup and salad.
We went to tailors, we hired scooters, we ate in restaurants that served wine. We counted the days until we had to come back. Then we came back.
I’ll let the photos do the talking. Over and out.
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Hey Matt
Great pics!
Glad to hear your back though!
I’ll be at the place Lux on Friday, fancy a beer somewhere between 17 & 19 or perhaps having dinner?
Give us a call or reply to my email (gmail)
Just for the record, the constipated expression on my face is a reflection of the distress that gripped me on mounting an elephant for what I thought was going to be a stroll along a flat riverside but turned out to be something in between a circus balancing act and a ballet performance (for the elephant of course). AH the joys of vertigo!
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