Published: October 19th 2011October 19th 2011
We're agreed, Ko Samui is the closest we've ever been to tropical paradise. It's idyllic. We've been here almost a week; just what the doctor ordered after the to-ing and fro-ing of the previous weeks.
We're staying on a quiet beach near the fishing village of Bo Phut, away from the main resorts of Chaweng and Lamai. As with all good holidays I've read a couple of books: Jamrach's Menagerie which is far too harrowing to be really enjoyable, and One Day which I found hanging around the hotel.
Our days have been punctuated with one or other of us saying things like 'tomorrow, we'll do a spot of excercise,' or 'tomorrow, we'll not have pizza, we'll have something healthy instead,' or 'tomorrow, perhaps we'll take a trip - see a bit of the island.' Funny how tomorrow never comes.
But all good things must come to an end. By and by, like sausages sizzling in a pan, we've grown ever plumper and browner. No-one likes a fatty, burnt sausage so it's time to get moving again. Today we catch the ferry to the mainland, and from there a sleeper train to Butterworth in Malaysia.
P.S. It had to be you that guessed the lyric last time, Debs. You or my mum - we know how to appreciate the good stuff! Just when I was beginning to think no-one was playing the lyric game too. x