The Blue Marine Resort & Spa, Managed By Centara
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We got to Koh Phangan and jumped in a taxi (everyone sat on the back of a truck) towards our hostel which Miles had arranged. Instead of heading to the beach we realised we were heading in land, in towards the jungle. The taxi dropped us off on top of a ridiculously steep hill to a deserted place with a few huts on stilts that didn't look like they …
... solo for months on end? That's not the experience for me. Having days by myself reminds me that I am strong and independent enough to navigate foreign places all by myself and take care of myself. It reminds me that I'm a social person who can make friends. It reminds me that language isn't a barrier and all you need is a smile. But mostly, it reminds me that I'm lucky to have Jon to travel ...
Two days before leaving for India and I still meet people known in recent days, Nicolas of Cyprus, Ivan of St. Petersburg who tells me interesting things about ortodox religion of his country that was virtually restored in 1941 by Stalin when the country was occupied by the Germans and the Russians needed to pray to save the homeland. Then it became an instrument of control of the party and the Russians kept their distance, even today seems a tool in the hands of ...
Everyone knows that it's the start of Thai New Year (Songkran) today. Everyone that is "EXCEPT us. At Phuket bus station it was mayhem and we finally managed to grab the last two seats on the 1000 bus bound for Krabi. Twenty people stood in the aisle for three hours seemingly accepting the fact that this was the busiest travel day of the year. It is the fourth anniversary of my pacemaker. A good day to celebrate life. Two hours into the journey Franki gave up her seat for twenty ...
... And then a bird. Yep, a bird. Plopped right back in it's cage.
Long silky ribbons that stretched around the room, a string of needles and of course ping pong balls.
And just when you think you have seen it all, she shoots darts. Pop, pop, pop go the balloons in the corner.
So there you have it. My first (and I would have to say my last) ping pong show.