Phi Phi

On our arrival to the island of Phi Phi I was moaning. The accommodation was grotty and expensive. The weather was horrendously hot - and then pouring with monsoon rain. And the sea was laced with tiny stingers that pinched at my fresh sunburn from the boat trip over (see above.) The whole place just didn't agree with my (who'd have guessed) pre-menstrual disposition.

After a few sharp email words from David Earl I opened my eyes and found myself pretty much in paradise. Koh Phi Phi is beautiful. No cars, stunning beaches and, perhaps the best bit, Dan and Sarah from Sydney.



Dan and Sarah are my favourite memory of our time in Sydney. They were the two core members of Crew 1702 and are the sweetest, blondest things you'll ever meet. So Duncan and I were pretty excited to learn that they were also on the island. We were even more excited to learn that *their* accommodation was FAR from shabby and involved a swimming pool. Get in. And that's just what we did.





So we caught up with them, had a fancy dinner on the sea front and then hit the buckets. If you know anything about Thailand you know about these buckets. They're a plastic bucket (gasp, no way!) with a bottle of whiskey, a can of coke and a couple of bottles of Thai Red Bull in it. Except the Redbull here gives you a lot more than wings. The stuff sends you completely loopy. It was brilliant. Until the next morning of course.