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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Smoking rooms available
- Breakfast Available
- Free High-Speed Internet
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Today is a sad day. It's the day we leave Koh Phangan. The party, the people we met, the food we ate. If I were to go back home right now, I'd be satisfied (that's a joke Eugene). Talking about meeting people, funny story. I actually know quite a few people in this neck of the woods and we ALL miss each other by a day or two. It's insane. Nathalie and Rachelle are with Phil and Isa in Indonesia and were thinking of making it up to Bangkok while we are there, but they'd have to ...
Nesw meetings at the beach, with new knowledge as Aaron, an Israeli of Tel Aviv, an Indian family from New Delhi, with the head of the family who knows Trieste, Genoa, Palermo and Naples, since working on merchant ships that reach Europe. I did not have valuable information for my next arrival in India, however, he told me that Sonia Gandhi, the Italian powerful and rich, would have lost support and lost the ...
... overweight, ruddy faced gentleman and chickened out and was now probably legging it back to her village. A couple boarded the bus each carrying a baby. Both children looked as if they were born that very morning. Franki grabbed forty winks while I attempted to see why all the Thai passengers were perpetually staring at their phones. Were they conducting business, surfing the net or Facebooking? No ... Everyone ...
... side of the border. We get handed an arrivals and departure card for Thailand and told to go up the steps. As we get to the top we see the biggest queue ever!! We had though we were moving along quite quickly for a border crossing. Well not anymore! It takes almost 2hrs to get to the front of the queue and when you look back it even bigger than when we joined. Its so hot in this room than its just starting to smell of everyones body odours. Delightful! Also ...
... water I hung back as charlotte raced into the sea (sometimes fortune does not favour the brave) I guess it’s a man thing I hate getting into cold water like pool, like the guy on the old snickers advert, I’m a toe dipper. But anyway charlotte got across easily and I was left, I reluctantly waded across with my shorts pulled too high, turned out my pockets and put my belongings in my drawstring bag (thanks dad) and tip toed like a wuss across the raging waves. ...