The last few days were pretty painful and uneventful. I basically slept for 48 hours and my body thanked me for it. However, I couldn't stay in our perfect little bungalow forever. In fact I couldn't even stay with Poppy forever. We had to finally go our separate ways. Which sucked.
The check out was easy, the ferry left 30minutes early so we didn't have to wait for long at all. We both got seats and after a very quick (and pointless) bus ride we were back in Saurathani by 3pm. We were expecting to stay in our favourite hovel for three hours or so but by 4pm Poppy's bus had arrived and before I knew what was happening she was being taken back to Bangkok. I lost my favourite travelling companion and guardian angel. I would never have done or seen so much without her help once my passport was permanently borrowed. I was going to miss her a lot!
So there I was, once again all by myself about to embark on the last couple of weeks of my adventure. Although I was excited at the prospect of seeing more of Thailand, meeting more people and having a few too many spring rolls, I was also very happy that in a couple of weeks time I would be back home. I was missing my bed, tea and Mum shaped cuddle.
Within a couple of hours I was back on a bus for two hours with a good book and on which I bumped into a couple of girls going to the same place as me. New best friends... no idea what their names were though.
Once we arrived at Krabi all three of us got a taxi to Aonang and to our hotel, which also happened to be the same one. While waiting for the taxi a small friendly fellow approached us and asked us where we were going and where we were staying. He was also booked to go to Aonang but he had not sorted out any accommodation so I said that I had booked a twin room and if he had any problems he could always stay with me for a night.
Now, looking back this is a ridiculous offer. I would NEVER offer a random, 5ft tall, bearded, ginger, lost, strange man a place in my room in the UK. However, when travelling everyone I had met so many people who had been so kind and generous to me. I had been helped out so many times I took this opportunity to give something back. It just happened to be the wrong person to help out.
When we got the taxi, there was no room for him so I told him where we were staying and honestly did not expect to see him again. How wrong I was...
I can't really comment on Krabi or Aonang as by this point it was pitch black and very rural but the accommodation was INCREDIBLE!
When we got to 'Lakeview' I was informed that they had unfortunately booked out my room but that they had heard about my situation (lack of money and ID) so they had upgraded me to their brand new, never before used huts. I wasn't about to complain.
Just before being taken to my brand-spanking new abode, my new freaky friend 'Stephan' rocks up at reception. At this point I am sitting in the car ready to go and sink a little lower in my seat as the owner pops out to help him. Before I know what's is going on strange Stephan is in the back of the car to have a look at the most beautiful 'pod' I had ever seen to see if he could share it with me...
The pod was made entirely of glass. It had a HUGE King Sized bed in it, a luxurious en-suite and every Thai TV Channel under the sun on a HUGE TV. It was positioned in the middle of a huge rice field, with nothing but stunning Thai grasslands and a glorious sunset. It would have been an incredible way to start my adventure alone had it not been for strange Stephan, hovering outside my huge glass doors.
After a lot of negotiations and haggling Stephan decided he couldn't afford his own pod and got the guy to let him stay with me for a fraction of the cost. I was not very happy about this, as I was expecting twin beds and not this palatial cradle. I wasn't ready to share it with anyone.
However, my kinder side prevailed and I spent the night clinging onto the edge of the biggest bed I had ever seen hoping to God that the strange man in my room wasn't going to kill me in my sleep or worse still, roll over.