'And tonights star prize....'
Nothing to do but laze the day away on perfect white sands (well actually the sands a bit harsh on my sensitive feet). But, something isn’t quite right. I spend a day on the beach and I’m unsettled. I’m not fully relaxed. And I think this is why. When you go on holiday, you go for a break. You unwind. Forget work and the hassles of everyday life. At the end you know you're going home refreshed. However I’m not. I aint going home for some time yet so there’s always an itch in the back of my head. Where the hell do I go next? How do I get there? What will it be like? There’s also the fact that, as I said in my last entry, I’m basically staying in a hot shed not a nice hotel like you would on holiday. Yes I am moaning, but I will go into more detail in my final entry to summarise what I’ve seen in SE Asia. Basically though, after nearly 3 months away, a creeping sensation of home-sickness is sweeping upon me. How I deal with it will be my next challenge I feel.
'Well, its not really THAT bad'
"What's this James Bond island like then butt??" I here you cry (if you're Welsh I guess). Well its a case of the old 'Same Same But Different' (Do I buy the T-shirt, Do I not but the T-shirt...). Stunning scenery but its your basic beach with amenities and all the things that us tourists love. The main tourist stretch, which is a return taxi boat ride each time from where we stay that put up our living accommodation by 3 pound a night making it not quite the steal we originally thought it was, got pretty nailed by the old Tsunami so there’s lots of shells of buildings still there. But as this places relies on plonkers like me (tourists) to keep going they haven’t wasted anytime rebuilding the whole place. You still see interesting bits like a
hollowed out 7 eleven that some guy has a erected a make shift book shop inside but generally business is back to normal. Diving is the big business here and every other building is a dive shop filled with people wasting valuable holiday time sitting exams for their Padi. Lots are the bars are filled with people who have come back from their dive during the day and regaling riveting stories like "Dude, I was like 10 meters down and I like saw this fish and it like totally swam close to me and I was like No Way!" ho hum (you know my theory on diving right blog fans ;) ). However I did give snorkeling another try and I will admit it was mildly enjoyable if not generally uncomfortable.
The girls I’m with weren’t really feeling the vibe most nights when we went out, so they would head back after dinner leaving me to cruise the town by myself.
'Are you calling my drink a puff?'
Its proved my fears wrong every time though in that every night I go out on my own I always end up chatting to someone and having a good crack. Watched Wales vs. England at midnight and was unfortunate enough to be chatting with some cockney boys. They weren’t really into their rugby until they saw how upset I was getting so they gave me a good ribbing when England started dicking on Wales. Gits. Overall though met some good people, met another Thai person with a humorous name (Poo), and saw the best fireshow so far on my trip. Nice, er, wildlife too ;)
Speaking of wildlife I had an evening where I was both unlucky yet lucky. Walking along to the girls hut I managed to tread on a snake (yes, a frickin snake! Can you believe that!). Luckily it didn’t give a shit and carried on his slithery way. Then minutes later walking on the beach I trod bare foot onto a big 2 pronged bit of glass but was lucky again as it didn’t cut me at all. Luck ran out getting onto the boat though as I totally misjudged where the seat was and went arse over shit.
'A dark hour for Mr Sparm'
Right ho. Farewell to Raechel, she headed back to Manchester to start her new life (good luck with that sweetheart, you knows you can do it!) just left with me and Diana. Only just realised that she’s Diana and I’m Spencer. Diana Spencer, arf. Next up....you guessed it another island. Ko Lanta.
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