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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
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... even more than 30 years on the monk’s body shows little sign of decay with skin and hair remaining. The visit was only brief and afterwards we headed to a number of different viewpoints on a ped we have rented out. The rest of the day was spent relaxing in the pool and trying to plan our trip to Koh Tao on Monday. It's my dad's birthday tomorrow and I miss him so much. I am wishing him the best day and thinking of him a lot ...
After breakfast, LB and I chilled as Helen had a long sleep-in. I decided to find the Dive Academy in Bophut as this was the company that I wanted to go with. After taking a tuk-tuk for 100Bht (really? - yes really - this established the true price of tranport on the island, not the 300 Bht just to go down the road to Chaweng). Anyway after walking for a bit in the sun, I finally found the place and spoke with the owner. He told me ...
... for itself. It had probably been asleep and woke up to find it was all alone. When he saw me he came over to me still whimpering so I picked him up and took him to the hut. He was trying to snuggle under my arm and was shivering. We gave him some water which he had a little drink but wasn't very interested, unfortunately we didn't have any food to give him so I just let him snuggle while we decided what the best course of action would be. We where worried that the puppies would be ...
... a while we also found out that you could help yourself to drinks in the fridge as long as you told the crazy Thai guy or marked it down somewhere, I liked this place!
After quite a few drinks we got chatting to the German guy who'd we'd met when we walked in. His name was Tilly (short for Tilman) and his friends Eva and Alex who'd just arrived from north Thailand and were shattered after a very long journey but very nice guys. After a while we ...
... to climb the path to the top. The path had been formed naturally and the only man made aid was a rope that ran along it so you could pull yourself up. All the lads doing the trek were topless. That now familiar closeness of the jungle made its mark in the form of sweat streaks that ran down our chest and torsos. Occasionally I would pause for a brief rest, I found myself doubled up with my hands on my knees, the sweat poured off the tip of my nose on to the boulder on which I ...