Whats the worst that could happen.....!??!!?

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Leaving the paradise Island that was Phi Phi, we were thrown straight back into the travelling saddle, 3 boats, 2 taxi's, 3 buses (one of which was made for midgets -even Katy had issues, Greg loving his new knee earrings) via Krabi, which incidentally was very pretty. We arrived at Koh Samui 13 hours later....

Our hotel -Samui Beach Resort, had no idea who we were but they kindly set us up for the night. Enjoyed a very lovely sleep in separate beds, Princess Katy obviously getting the double. Used the mossie nets for the first time, Greg threw a trantrum out of pure fear of waking or rather not waking up having been strangled by it. Wandered down to breakfast where we realised we had the added bonus of a pool. Having changed our room to the pre-arranged one for the next 7 nights now 15 metres to the pool, 16 to the beach our shortest commute yet.

Next couple of days got aquainted with the Island and the sun!! Water was really warm but super rough, not that Katy went in above her toe line and even that was an accident... Decided we were fed up with being done over by Taxis, we thought we'd hire a scooter - for 3.00. Ok whats the worst that could happen??? Upon getting geared up Katy sheepishly asked for a bigger helmet and Greg finally admitted that he'd never been on a scooter before. We had a quick 30 second tutorial, twist to go, push to stop. Simple even for Greg. Looking like the retards from Dumb and Dumber, firstly realising we had no petrol and secondly we had no idea what we were doing. Moments later after a successful U-Turn across two lane of traffic, we had a full tank of red stuff (from a squash bottle....) we can only assume it was gasoline..
Once the grinning and giggling subsided we settled in to our new found freedom laughing occasionally when we caught our reflection. After hooning (thats right hooning) round the Island we decided to head back whilst conducting another simple U-turn it became aparent that there was a magnetic force that pulled us and then threw us into a concrete ditch... Greg taking the brunt of the fall (too right he was the fudging driver) there by protecting the bike and offering Princess Katy a comfy landing. Our first concern, obviously, was the bike both chuffed it still worked, well minus both mirrors. Bike up right and sorted we turned our attention to ourselves to find Greg bleeding over his shoulder, elbow and hip. Katy sustaining a particularly nasty toe scrape...The main damage being to Gregs male ego and pride which led to a slow "walk/ride of shame" past the shop we rented it from.......eeek....

Heading into town for a bit of interwebbing we thought we'd best upload some pics to keep you all interested however Greg got eletrocuted by nearly all the computers on Samui, so hope you enjoyed them as he wouldn't stop bitching!!!!!

To cheer him up we went for some retail therapy, earlier spotting some 'interesting' shops. Greg could not resist buying the loudest pair of Rasta/Bob Marley trousers we had ever seen. As on going therapy we purchased some chang and samsong whiskey, we indulged in some semi-hardcore drinking, paranoia set in and Greg thought Bob was staring him out......That night chilling with some sh*thead and chang, Katy noticed a mosquito buzzing around Greg about to munch on his shoulder, being the quick thinking caring friend she went in for the kill, slapping Gregs shoulder, grinning triumphantly as she actually got it, however the triumph soon turned to quilt as Greg was almost in tears as she'd slapped his 'bike' wound...

Heading into town a safe distance apart, must mention our daily commute into Lamai town was not as easy as its sounds, as we had to negotiate crashing tides and 2 foot deep quick sand, Anywho got to towm with a bit of sweat on.. We saw dragons, firecrackers, fireworks, ladyboys, costumes (and where was the camera at home on charge) not having a scooby what was going on we headed straight for a 7/11 to get our compulsory dinner drink -chang. As being regulars to the street vendor strip having sampled all the fresh fish, chicken etc, we thought we would have a go at a curry. Greg finally met his match as the curry was awesome however he almost passed out due to the inferno party going on in his mouth - much to Katys amusement. AFter sinking a whole chang and Katys, Greg regained his eyesight.
After a late one this time making it to 11pm, a combination of English eejits, American ass wipes (who had already awoken us previously with their foghorn type voices) and some token sqealing girls, decided to light enough fireworks to blow up Parliament..... With our combined age of 47 we were not amused at their blatent disregard at their elders. Later finding out that in fact dragons combined with fireworks meant Chinese New Year... surely we should have twigged.

Greg got his head shaved militant stylee and he finally appreciated his eybrows resembled dark furry caterpillars and enlisted the help/skills of Katy to pluck them to perfection.... Liking the new look achieved through some pain, Greg decided now was a good time to get his 2nd tattoo.

For our last night in Lamai we decided to treat ourselves to a restaurant dinner, sitting down we realised the wrongens. Sticking to the theme of treating ourselves we went to our first Muay Thai fight thought we had been done as the first two fights were rubbish and looked well staged. The pace soon picked up on the 3rd fight when to our horror the next little fighters appeared....we say little as they were actually 9 yo boys. The level of fighting (to our trained eyes of course....) improved although we did feel well wrong cheering them on to knock each other out. The last two fights were awesome and katy finally felt she got her monies worth as she finally saw some blood. Walking home at midnight, saw the seedy side of Koh Samui, with club after club of Thai girls swinging round poles in nothing but nipple covers, while old men watched with their strategically placed bumbags..................

Next stop Koh Phangan - oh by the way its still well hot, Greg has finally stopped pealing but is now not allowed in the sun cos of his new tattoo loser. ...

(to mention very tired while typing this blog, so excuse alllllll spelling mistakes and typos. Much love. Look forward to your comments. xxx)

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