Our Jungle House Surat Thani

July 27th we left Koh Phi Phi and made our way to Koh Sok National Park. After another day of numberous bust transfers and pointless layovers (they take you to 2 or 3 different "bus stations" aka local food stands.) before they get you on your actual bus! Its so annyoing but now its just expected! The final bus ended up being ok, Steve and I scored the front row of the mini van which meant leg room and 3 seats to lay across for the 4 hour drive! Once we arrived in Koh Sok we were told that "O...

Are these noises coming from inside or outside of my head? The sounds are intense, almost claustrophobic. Hundreds, maybe thousands of creatures all with very different voices. All wanting to be heard at the same time. With all four windows opened wide, and an open-air bathroom, our only protection from the jungle is a flimsy nylon mosquito net. Except for a few hours in the middle of the night the sounds never cease. Our Jungle House is the name of the place Ellen and I are staying on the ed...

Well where do we start!? After another nightmare journey we arrived at Khoa Sok National Park. The bus dropped us off on a road about 2-3kms from the villiage so we thought we were going to have to walk but luckily a nice taxi man picked us up. On the way to 'Our Jungle House', the guest house we had booked for 2 nights was when the first stages of shock started setting in for me. John looked like a kid at xmas and I was just starring out of the window completely out of my 'comfort zone'. He ...

Helloooooo, We're still getting to grips with Thai transport. We managed to get a minivan to Khao Sok and got dropped off at some random place, some guy in his pick-up offered us a lift 'for free', only for him to receive commission on our room. What can you do..... We were greeted by the very quirky German owner and we shacked up in a lovely little hut. We were going to go exploring after a spot of lunch but it started to rain and became a huuuuuge thunderstorm, we retired to our porch to ad...

Woke up, breakfast with the zombies and we step outside and see Tola waiting to take us to the airport. He tells us he slept badly due to the flood of emotions NOT attending the concert couldn't prevent (surely there's room in this sentence for another negative!) We give him a bag of some stuff, including the I Gave Blood t-shirts the hospital gave us and we tuk-tuk off for the airport. It must have been a Cambodian first to see a tuk-tuk driver embrace and exchange legitimate tearful good by...