Seaweed Hostel Khaolak
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... which maybe signified that the weather was settling down again. It was certainly not as hot and humid now.
On balance I love living in such close proximity to the jungle which covers the hill rising immediately behind my bungalow. Since the rain and increased humidity though there has been a marked increase in the number of visitors to my verandah of an evening. As soon as dusk falls and I switch on my lights swarms of little moths arrive. Sometimes ...
... have been spoiled and treated everyday, subsidising the extra expense of the up market resort. Security clocked us coming off the beach into The Sands and now pounce any time we draw near so we haven't spent anytime there. Emma super optom has been revising. She doesn't have any exams but says she will forget about eyes over a year, both of them. This is admirable, I on the other hand am content to sit in my admiration. Tuesday evening we had a fantastic meal at Smile. Run by ...
... the pool (where Lesley and Alison were also having a quiet morning, nursing hangovers) and in the afternoon went to the office to do some lesson preparation for next week.
Before we knew it it was Friday again. Another new lady joined us that afternoon for our two lessons at Koh Nok school. Her name was Jenny, she was from Leeds and had a tragic tale to tell. She had given up her job as a chef to go travelling long term with her best friend. After ...
... staff members and divemasters (13 staff in all, for the 20 passengers). We had representation from just about every continent (just not Antarctica !), with divers & staff from countries including Brazil, Peru, Korea, Switzerland, Andora, Australia, Ireland, South Africa, Russia, Portugal, and of course us 2 Americans. Our cabin was reasonably nice, and it was certainly plenty enough for the 2 of us. Besides, I ended ...
... the dinner but drew the line at the mince pie, the like of which he had never tasted before he said. But we made him eat it saying that it would be an insult to the British nation were he to refuse it. They played Christmas carols for us and everyone had a really good time. I sat next to Ken’s sister, quite a character herself, with a life consuming interest in ecclesiastical mosaics but at the same time a typical down to earth northener. ...