So I finished my last blog having set off by plane to kuala lumpar from Phuket at half 9 at night. I went to get on the plane at gate 6 (funny how numbers stick with you), handed the flight attendant my ticket and passport just to find the daft passport control officer had remembered to stamp my passport but not my visa slip. Having legged it back to the passport control through the bag check, yet again, I barged though the gate doors, passport in hand, sprinted ...

Right, so I finally left phi phi with a huge smile on my face as I was sick to death of the place. Got the ferry nice and early, with the sun beaming and the sea calm. Good start, I thought. The boat was packed so as soon as we reached the pier near patong, it was pure chaos. Eventually I squeezed myself into a minibus heading for kata beach, which ended up being a good hour away. Compared to the cramped busy streets of phi phi, kata was bright open and fresh. Th...

Landed on koh phi phi after a lovely sunny 2 hour ferry ride from Krabi. My first impression was a good one. You walk off the pier onto a busy main street full of little stalls and shops. There are no cars on phi phi which makes wandering around feel a lot safer (although you still have the bloody mopeds). That impression quickly changed however when reached the dump that was my bungalow. It was a run down bunch of wooden huts with no area for gathering and as it...

Phew!!! Arrived in Krabi in one piece after a few minutes of nerve-wracking questioning by the passport control officer on the border of Malaysia/Thailand. I think he just stamped my passport because he couldn't be arsed with the hassle at 7am. Decided that Krabi is my favourite place ever so far. The poor minibus driver, how had just driven 7hrs straight to get us there, insisted he'd drop me off at the hostel but didn't have a clue where it was so just dropped...

So I've finally started a blog. Only a month late. I've actually been to Thailand in that time, met people, visited temples, had an operation...you know, the usual. But now I'm doing it properly because, well, frankly I'm sick of telling different people the same story over and over again.Arrived late afternoon in Penang airport, tired and tearful from saying goodbye to mum and Jimmy, and the first two things that struck me were the intense heat (even coming from...