I went to bed very early last night in a final effort to smash this cold into oblivion. Didn't work. Woke up ultra early and packed my bag. Had breakfast at the same restaurant as I always did (lovely elderly thai ladies work there, don't speak english, but love to visit with me), same meal as I always had. One last "same same" before I leave (a favourite thai saying is "same same, but different"). I buzzed over to get a referral from my dive instructor, and then buzzed back to get a refund, which I doubted I'd get, thankfully got 40% back. Did a few 'errands' and returned my motorbike. I hung out in the Safety Stop pub drinking fruit and coffee shakes (a poor choice it turns out) until my ferry departed at 2:30. The seas were rough that day, and many people disappeared from their seats to a place that I did not care to turn around to see. Presumably the bathroom, but there were so many that they had to be spilling out onto the small back deck. The coffee and fruit didn't mix splendidly, but I survived without any great surges. thought the worst might be over when I arrived at Koh Pha Nagn an hour and a half later. After a 30 minute taxi to the opposite side of the island and a 45minute wait for the longtail boat to leave, we were again in turbulent waters. A long tail boat is a narrow and long (obviously) boat with what seems to be a car engine screwed haphazardly to the rear. Some have smaller lawn mower engines, some larger roto-tiller engines. These are the pleasant ones... Our car-boat took on the roughest seas I've encountered. Waves were overtaking the bow and every pitch the boat took splashed us with water. Swells from all sides. My bag was soaked. What's worse, the sun had gone down as we were leaving, and it gets dark fast! We arrived safely in a bay just past the one andrew had been at for the past two days. a brisk walk through the jungle and a traverse over a rocky outcrop brought us to a cliff-side walkway leading to the beach. The scene was spectacular, with bungalows lit up hugging the moutainside. Wooden plankways led between the stilted bungalows. I can't wait to see the place by the light of day! Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, but may be a buddhist holiday, thus preventing the respectful farangs from drinking, but surely the party will continue. It is rumoured that the real party will be on teh 29th. We'll see. Might be a gong show, might be a blast. We just finished eating delicous indian cuisine on the beach in front of our bungalow. English football is on the tv. Moonlight shines brightly in the bay. The surf is breaking right on shore and makes the scene all the more peaceful...
I've got to run over across the bay to catch up with Andy and the 8 brits (2 irish, 1 english, 1 welshman, 4 londoners - I get in trouble when I call them the brits plurally; guess its kinda like them calling us americans...).

Thanks for the photos of morgan, Dad, might put them up here for everyone to see?