In Koh Phangan we did . . . nothing! Honestly, literally, completely b***** all! We arrived on the catamaran and hopped in a truck and found ourselves in complete paradise. Sweet little bungalow, steps from a beach with nothing on it apart from palm trees (which, incidentally, you can't sit under in case a nut falls on your nut and makes a fatality out of you!) and a bar with cold beer.

So we arrived in this perfect place and didn't leave for 3 days, did nothing apart from lie on the beach, read books and watch the fishermen walk out with their nets as the sun set. The staff in the bar seemed quite surprised by these two semi-comatose vegetables and couldn't quite believe that we really, REALLY, didn't want to go to the half-moon party with its "hardcore techno and serious trance" . . . who are these freaks of nature who would rather drink a beer on the beach on their own than 'throw some shapes' with thousands of sweaty, drunk, drugged or dreadlocked (or a combination thereof) wannabe podium dancers??!

Sooo . . .Koh Phangan . . . we saw approximately 1/4 mile of beach . . . and it was great!

Until, we got on the boat to Koh Tao and disaster struck! With a flash of inspiration (that should have come an hour earlier) we remembered that we'd left our passports in the safe in Phangan . . . so we'll be making a minor detour on our way to Samui for our flight!