Zelma’s Trip

I left the village on a local bus which, by some amazing pre-planning (for pre-planning read coincidence or alternatively fluke), arrived in Suratthani just in time to get the bus for the last boat for Koh Samui.  I was told I would be taken to the port in a minibus and was then loaded onto one only to be told to get off again.  When I finally got on the bus which did leave it was half full but literally half the passengers managed to board with stinky smelling sausages.  Mmmmm.  I am -so- flying back to Bangkok from the islands.

The bus eventually got to the port and I boarded the ferry for Koh Samui.  The ferry itself was not dissimilar to one at home and it was a pleasant crossing.  When I arrived in Koh Samui I shared a tuk-tuk and headed for Chaweng Beach where I checked into a bungalow by the beach.

Having sorted myself out to some extent I wandered down to the beach side bar and had a drink.  I got talking to a guy from South Africa, who is now living in London, called Julian.  His friend from South Africa (originally from China) and now living in Scotland (Steve) turned up slightly later and we played some pool and chatted.

We left the beachside bar and headed into town.  As the Euros were on we decided to stay out to watch the Turkey game.  Can I just point out for all those in Europe the games were at the most inconvenient time here.  The rather late night/ early morning also seemed to entail rather a lot of Sang Som.  I think I might have to take responsibility for this one.  I decided that Steve needed to sample the Thai drinking delights and bought a bottle for the table.  After the football and too much Sang Som we headed back.  During the course of the evening we had met several people including a Thai guy called Kim who appeared to take a bit of a liking to me.  When I was back in my room there was a little knock at the door.  As I opened it I saw Kim standing on my doorstep who explained that he had nowhere else to sleep and that he would have to sleep on the beach.  Well I can think of worse places to sleep, it’s hardly like it was cold – I hope he enjoyed the sand!