Dolly Parton woke us up at 7:30 as it was check out day, we were heading down to another island about two hours away called Koh Phangan. I got up put my swimming shorts on and went down to the pool, I did a fairly pathetic twenty five lengths and got out, the scuba guys were just getting into the water at this point. We packed our bags and went down to the free taxi pick up point just outside of reception. I had to have a quick trip to the shop for breakfast as I could eat a scabby dog. We got into the back of the lads truck, we were the first ones in, our backpacks in the middle with our legs pressed up against them. Then two more people got in and sat opposite us, then three more, then two more, a rather robust Spanish fella (he was a great big fatty) then asked if there was room for one more the answer was yes. Then two more people got in. it was fair to say it was full especially with all the rucksacks as well. We got to the pier and got off it was only 9:15 the boat didn't leave until 10:00, I had a look round the street stalls and ventured back, a little Thai lad dug up a crab which was on the beach, they then spent the next ten minutes chasing each other. The boat was the same one we had got to Koh Tao, we all got on. It was busier this time than last and again we dangled our legs over the edge of the boat. Today though was the first really sunny day we had had since our arrival, we lathered on the sun oil and got the sunglasses out. About fifteen minutes into the trip the clouds thickened and it was grim (still hot) but grim and the waves became large. It was like a roller coaster, we were up and down smashing through the waves, the lady who worked on the boat was handing out sick bags, the girl sat next to us had her head in her arms pressed against the railings, we over heard a fellow Englishman explaining his belly hurt so much where he had been throwing up. I usually get see sick, but, I seemed to be the only one enjoying the waves, it was mental our feet nearly in the water then up in the air. Every time the boat rocked our way my feet tucked into the side of the boat and every time it went the other way they came pointing out, like being on a swing. It got so bad that Sarah made a contingency plan in case we capsized, she instructed me pretty much to save myself, I can confirm that Sarah is a stronger swimmer than me and I instructed her to save me first, there was an incident in Egypt when I had to be rescued by her, I was like a syren that couldn't swim any more and she was my Pamerla Anderson and saved me before the sea took me. Anyway the two hour boat journey went pretty quick and with zero capsizing. The island looked bigger than Koh Tao and it was covered by a grim grey blanket of cloud (rain cloud). We got off and our bags were launched down a ramp into a big puddle (yeh thanks), we had pick up from here so looked out for a bloke with a little board with Sarah on it (I have always wanted that to happen to me) however there was no board and no driver and the other touts told us that Holiday Beach Resort had already left, magic. We thought optimistically that he would return. He did not. So we waited in the tropical rain for about forty minutes and then paid 200 Baht for a taxi, this didn't take too long but unlike a taxi in England you wait to get in and then wait for other people to fill it before it leaves. We checked in and had a little moan about the taxi situation and then the bloke agreed to take 100 Baht off the room bill. The room was quite big and made entirely off banana wood, you could see the sun light shining through little patches in the walls, the bathroom had red clay walls and about a four inch gap to the outside world at the top of the wall which was covered in cobwebs. It would do nicely though. We then went to see the pool it was right in front of the lovely beach and there was only about 30 yards between the pool and the sea. We then walked into town about 1km away, there were lots of different outdoor markets selling fish and meat kebabs. We then walked back along the sea front and back to the room where we decided to have a shower before going to the pool (still cloudy and rainy). As I was in the shower I noticed a little black pointy thing poking out the top of the mirror about two inches long, the mirror had a pivot in the middle to angle it up or down and sat about two inches off the wall. I tentatively peered round the side of the mirror, there was a monster of a lizard stuck to the wall, it was about a foot long with a big head. I don't mind lizards and snakes but I am sure a bit came out. I foolishly told Sarah who does mind lizards and snakes and a bit definitely came out. She said 'you get it out of there now, I always get the spiders in the flat in England' 'but the spiders you get are about half an inch, I can't just squash him with a bit off bog roll can I?' 'well I am not going in the shower or toilet again' I bravely angled the mirror downward so the gap was large at the top hoping he would just run up and out. He just (I assume it was a he) looked at me, desperate times equal desperate measures, 'go and get me the snorkel' I said to Sarah, she looked confused. I poked him with the long breathing bit. This made him very angry and he filled with red spots, I poked him again, he ran very very fast up the wall and out of the bathroom, 'oh my god' Sarah shrieked, as this was the first time she had seen him. Sarah went back in the pool (this was her shower and wash) and we headed out for dinner, we found a quiet little restaurant called B52 and they had a little swimming pool and seats (cushions) that looked out over the sea, we sat down and ordered the barbecued barracuda, mine with rice and Phangan curry sauce and Sarah's with baked potato and vegetables, was bloody spicy but bloody tasty. We enjoyed the beer, food and each others company then headed back. Sarah made me move the bed into the middle of the room and check underneath it for lizards and bugs of any description. We were quick to go to sleep though and slept well.