It's now sunday and unfortunately that means it's time to fly back to Bangkok tomorrow. I could happily spend another couple of weeks here to be honest but I guess the whole point of travelling is to keep moving and I'm excited about everywhere to come anyway! Can hardly complain now really can I? Anyway the night before last (after our trip to Phi Phi Ley) we went to the beach for some drinks in the deckchairs and candlelight before heading to Hippies bar for a coupla buckets. The music there is wicked and before long we were dancing, swimming and having waterfights in the sea fully clothed...ah, bliss. It was a really good night other than getting some coral lodged in the sole of my foot and a creepy guy called Jen who kept kissing my hand, stealing my rings, stroking my hair and telling me he'd fancied me since he first saw me- 24 hours previously. Wow, impressive. Pete and Dave immediately made their presence very obviously felt so he backed off, thankfully. The next night (I think, so confused...) we watched the football match against Portugal. Yes, well, enough said about that I think. Dave took it well; once he had chucked his bucket of drink at a gigantic professional Thai boxer (a portugal supporter), we decided it was probably time to leave, before he got his head kicked in. Luckily Oli managed to pacify said boxer while we (stealthily) escorted Dave from the pub. We went to commiserate at the Hippies half moon party which was cool, totally packed. I think i managed to enjoy it for at least half an hour before i fell asleep in my chair, head resting on my knees, dead to the world... Honestly, it's got to be the erratic sleep patterns screwing up my bodyclock but I can fall asleep virtually anywhere now. At home, I have to be in my bed, in complete darkness, lying on my stomach, resting on my arms with earplugs in. Here, I've managed to fall asleep on chairs, coaches, boats, beaches, restaurants (no, really), bars... To think, all the wasted hours of imsomnia and all I needed was several weeks of alcohol-fuelled sleep deprivation. Simple but effective cure, I'd recommend it to anyone. We got our snorkelling pictures developed today which actually came out pretty well, lots of pretty fish to look at and one particularly attractive view of Dave's nostrils as he worked out how to use the camera...Hmm, flattering. Today I've just been reading in the room, I know it's a waste of a day but it was soo hot and muggy a couple of hours wandering around in the humidity was enough for me. I did decide to trust my (unerring) sense of direction earlier though which meant i was longer than anticipated. "Surely it must be quicker to walk straight down this way rather than all the way around..?" I thought to myself. Deciding to follow this instinct meant that what should have been a two minute walk turned out to be about an hour. Getting completely lost in the process, ending up in a random village somewhere and eventually turning up at another beach on the other side of the island. I think i must have managed to walk in a gigantic and unnecessary loop around our guesthouse instead of actually getting any closer to it. Ah well, you live and learn and I have reaffirmed, yet again, that I was born without a sense of direction. I'll write again when I'm slightly more compus mentus (that's clearly not how you spell it but I'm past caring). Loadsa love Jxx