Becoming a Lone Ranger 

After spending time on the beach in Klong Dao we decided it was time for a scenery change and headed for Kantiang Bay towards the south of the island. Home to the wonderful Drunken Sailor restaurant it was another great place to sit, lounge in a hammock and read a book whilst eating actual real bread and drinking coffee. So that’s pretty much all me and Charlotte did for days on end. We were based in a beachfront hut and thoroughly enjoyed whiling the time away laughing at my terrible book and naming the local population of geckos.

And then things took a dramatic turn… We went for one last swim in the sea before we left the bay and it was rather rocky. After declaring once and for all that there were no rocks I kicked out to swim as you do… And promptly broke my middle toe. After the incident with my big toe just before Shanghai I can conclude that Asia does not like my poor toes!! Luckily Charlotte helped me limp to 7/11 where I could stock up on paracetamol, and Why Not Bar’s cocktails helped to ease the pain!


Whilst we were in the bay we decided to take a trip to Lanta Old Town. After chatting to the travel agent we’d made friends with he got his mates air conditioned car to drive us there and back and then up to the port where we were staying the night before the ferry in the morning. The Old Town was really nice to wander around for an hour or so and the port was actually a great place to spend another day. We managed to get a really nice kebab from a street food vendor and were very sad to leave Koh Lanta.


The next day me Charlotte and a German friend we met ventured to Phuket. It took an annoyingly long amount of time to get to the beach but it was a nice change of pace from the chill of the island. That night we managed to find a cool bar with a live band and buckets of cocktails. It sounded like a great combo until the hangover hit and I spent the next day waiting to die whilst the German and Charlotte fed and hydrated me!! Thanks for the toastie by the way!

We said goodbye to the German at the airport and headed back to Bangkok for our final night before becoming lone Rangers. We tried and failed to get pedicures, had food and watched a movie in the hostel with Sam after we bumped into him. And then as we slept in different rooms it was time to begin the next chapter of my adventure.





I’ve got plenty of Time for Lime!

Trust me the title is very funny! Our first few days on a Thai island were spent in the lovely Time for Lime bungalows on Klong Dao beach. The bungalows were right next to the beach and it took less than a minute to be walking along the sand. Time for lime had rescue card all over the place which were very friendly, maybe too friendly for me at breakfast time! The staff were all lovely and it was a great place to spend a few days.

One of the things Time for Lime is famous for is its cooking courses. Since we had quickly fallen in love with Thai food we eagerly signed up for one. Our chef was Noi and fabulous! The cooking course took up an entire evening, beginning with lots of information about the various ingredients common in Thai cooking. I learnt that the freshness of the ingredients is key to having good food, and that you should never add lime juice when the food is on the heat. Helpfully we were given a handout with recipes and key information on it (not sure where it is right now but it is somewhere)!

After the snack it was time to start cooking! Unsurprisingly perhaps one of the first things I did was drop the huge knife on the floor, with incredible reflexes I managed to jump out of the way before any toes left my feet! Thai cooking involves a lot of preparation but once that is done it is relatively quick to make the meals. We made our own curry paste and had to use the pestle and mortar ‘like good wives’. The story goes that Thai men would go up to their prospective brides house and listen for the sound of them cooking. If they were using the pestle and mortar correctly he would hear and be happy with his choice. Again, unsuprisingly I am not a good wife!!


After cooking we finally ate!! Since we all cooked our own meals, I was able to make it as spicy (or not) as I wanted! And I must say, though I couldn’t get the rice to look all pretty, I made some damn tasty food!


At the end of the evening we got to keep our aprons and me and Charlotte managed a photo with Noi who emailed me some tips about Chiang Mai.

All in all Time for Lime was a great place to relax with cats, hammocks and cocktails!

Bangkok – Phuket – Koh Lanta 

After been bitten to death in Bangkok the next day we flew to Phuket to continue our adventures. Getting a taxi to use the meter to the airport was unexpectedly stressful, but eventually our bags and us were on our way! After the flight we got a bus to near our hostel. Not a regular journey but a typical Asian journey, more people than seats, no clear instruction on when we actually had to get off and no approximate journey time. So after an unspecified amount of time we were at the last sto and presumed it was time to depart!

Following the instructions from our hostel we found it pretty easily. Because we got there quite late and were leaving early in the morning for the ferry we’d decided to stay at a hostel near the pier. As a result there wasn’t much around, but after wandering the streets we found a local place that sold the absolute best pad Thai in the world. It was also the only place we went that didn’t speak English much!

Up early for the ferry we got caught up in mayhem at the pier, and worried that we were going to miss the ferry we paid quite a lot more than the way back. Naturally at this point my backpack broke and gave me a nice bruise on my arm to add to the bug bites on my forehead! The ferry itself was fine, they put Mr Bean on for people to watch and after changing ferries at Koh Phi Phi we finally got to our island around midday.

  The rest of the day was spent settling into our Time for Lime bungalow, swimming, sunbathing and relaxing. It was the start of a great week!