Miles' Travel Blog: Day 9 - it's all gone pa tong.

We have to travel to Phi phi today a small island where hopefully we'll hire a beach front bungalow and settle down for 5 days. Lots of random people we have met will be there and it should be fun. I'm on a bus writing this we are heading to Phuket to catch a ferry. The bus has an in-car VHS player. No tv. And the driver runs a strict no farting policy. Something I feel is needed in more public confined spaces... The journey is a 30 mins then hour and a half on a boat. I sat next to a Danish girl reading 50 Shades of Grey, a novel about Phillip Schofields pubic mound. She seemed to be enjoying it, but they he is a talented and charismatic person so that is fair enough.

Phi Phi was totally destroyed after the Tsunami, and they haven't done a great job rebuilding since then, the man draw of the place was the white sandy beaches and the crystal blue water, there is sewage floating in it and people have been littering, I thought I had got a boat back to Barry Island till I realised there was no shopping trolleys on the beach. The place is overrun by cats, which is a good thing, they keep the rats away from the rubbish bags. The friendliest barman in the world pointed out that they help keep the snakes away...great, he said "keeps them away" but I heard "there is snakes", he told me this as I was shoulder deep in the water of the murkey pool that butted up to the bar that he was working at, a couple of beers later and Sameep and I were sipping on a bucket of alcohol, lovingly made by a street vendor for £3. They use locally made Vodka, and I'm sure you are aware Thailand isn't famed for its Vodka. We were fucked. We had a crafty Shisha pipe on the beach talked to Tony the buff Australian, then went back to the hut of love. We had a hammock on the porch so we talked shite, for a few more hours, we had an early night and dispite my farting and Sameeps snoring we were rearing to go the following morning.