Koh Samui

The boat journey from Don Sak to Koh Samui is simply beautiful, the sun is shining, the sea is blue, little silver fishes are jumping in the boat's wake, you couldn't ask for more. The reliable song thaew gets us from the dock to our 'resort'.

Our bungalow is not quite as pictured on the internet, which I was sort of ready for, you know a little bit of wear and tear, but in fact it looked nothing like it. On a positive note there are actually two nice pools and beach for us to use. We even get taken to our bungalow in a little golf cart. Then the cake is iced as a Bowing 737 comes over so low you can wave to the pilot. Thirty minutes later another one, thirty minutes later etc. etc. I'm a little despondent and Adrian tries to rally me with beer, crisps and backgammon. At the reception I ask if there's an alternative bungalow a bit further away from the runway. Apparently not. She asks how long we plan to stay and I respond it depends on how many planes a day there are. An hour later she turns up in the golf cart to move us. We're now bang next to the pool and life looks a little better, we're not immediately under the flight path so possibly out of danger. Thankfully we are able to laugh about it, even more thankfully the flights stop at 10pm.

We are staying in Bo phut, home of the original fishermans village. The town is stretched out along the coast and the fishermans village is some 3.5 Kim's from where we are. It's a nice walk and we go in search of a Thai breakfast, which proves elusive as everywhere serves western breakfast, we do finally find somewhere before setting off to find Villa Mango, the home of the people we met in Cambodia a few years ago. We're somewhat unsure if it's a good idea but are saved any embarrassment when they are out when we get there. So it's a long walk back but a welcome dip in the pool awaits.

We manage two days of the proposed three doing 'resort', decide we've had enough and then head off on the boat and an overnight bus back to Bangkok. How rubbish are we?