Not only was it pouring as Tom, Brad, Sam & I hitched our open truck back to the port, it meant goodbye to many of the people I'd met during my week on the turtle island (it's name is something about a turtle..)
We were some of the first at the pier and as we munched a Thai breakfast roll some familiar faces from the festival kept popping up! Carolina was one I will remember as she floated off down the jetty with a mysterious smile. And the mop of yellow hair with his guitar.
We eventually arrived at Koh Samui at some point in the afternoon - to even more torrential rain. The boys thought it was best to sort out our stomachs first, so we found a suitable bar and some wifi for next on the accommodation hunt.
Unfortunately the rain didn't look like it was going to ease, so we went for it and found ourselves knee deep crossing the road, wading in search of a hostel (the wrong way) for somewhere nearing an hour.
We eventually arrived at Koh Samui at some point in the afternoon - to even more torrential rain. The boys thought it was best to sort out our stomachs first, so we found a suitable bar and some wifi for next on the accommodation hunt.
Unfortunately the rain didn't look like it was going to ease, so we went for it and found ourselves knee deep crossing the road, wading in search of a hostel (the wrong way) for somewhere nearing an hour.
Finally when we did get there it turned out our room had been leaking. So crossed over again and gave up, which in this case meant paying an extra tenner for a two room suite.
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