Emerald Puteri Hotel
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... now having a lovely time in the grounds of the Lone Pine Hotel. On Sunday evening we went to Mary's Beach with some friends.The Miami Kafe is opposite Miami Green and on Miami Beach. This little stretch of beach has certainly some tales to tell.Thirty seven people died here during the tsunami and Raja and Mary who are the owners of the restaurant,are very happy to share their experiences throughout the tsunami because of their "so called" miracle. Their home which is the ...
... to Surat Thani to get the 4pm ferry to Koh Tao. We left at 8:30 so bags of time.
Until the bus broke down!!
Eventually a new bus came and we were on our way but we literally only made it to the ferry with minutes to spare. They were already boarding and we still had to get our tickets and make it down the very long jetty.
But we made it, that's the main thing and we were so glad to be back on Koh Tao - Home!
... side, me nearly thinking I was going over the edge, and i was going frontwards, backwards and side wards. It was so worth it and so much fun.
After an action packed day, with bruises on my legs and on my arms, we hopped on the bus back to the hotel to jump straight into the pool. It was the best feeling going into the pool. The last couple of days have felt like we've been having some serious gym work outs so we deserved to relax in the pool and do nothing. Of course, we ...
... corporate dropouts were surprisingly allowed on board - there were twenty four large spacious seats but with just the five passengers on board, including us, for the whole journey. Not bad eh, especially for the bargain price of £15 each for the five hour journey. I looked longingly as the bus passed through the Cameron Highlands which looked gorgeously lush and of course the sun was shining brightly, not a cloud in sight. Graham ...
... the door handle for dear life as he hurtled down the freeway and god-knows-how many miles per hour. I laughed quietly to myself through gritted teeth and questioned my blind faith in anyone who offers me a lift but hoped that I would get there in one piece. Eventually he parked in the general area of my hostel and despite my protests that I was perfectly capable of finding the place by myself, they insisted on carrying my ...