The last day in phi phi and it's overcast but still hot. Jordan has been up all night being sick, "that's why you never but spring rolls from a street vendor". The rest of us go for a walk to the viewpoint and it turns out to be really spectacular if a little sweaty getting there.

We go for some food but everyone is feeling the strain, 4 weeks of boozing have taken their toll and were all so tired all the time. After tea we grab a few joints and some coke and head back to the rooms for some steady sangsom with coke and bit of weed. Early start in the morning to catch the ferry.

I'm kinda glad to be leaving as the place hasnt been what I expected. It's brimming with Americans and most of the women are really fit but all the hastle of the touts is way worse than constantly being beeped to for a taxi. The streets are so close that there's no escape, 3 for 1 on buckets is crazy and the music is generic cheese everywhere. Maybe I'm spoilt from what we've already experienced or maybe i'm a little homesick but phi phi will not be a place I visit again in a hurry.