Bloody hell, we have been on the road a fair bit in Thailand and I’ve just managed to find some time to write an update while on the 14 hour bus trip back to Krabi from Bangkok. 14 hours is a long time, but these coaches are nothing like our English ones. They are really comfortable and the seats recline back a long way to get a good eye lid inspection. So we landed in Phuket which was not our cup of tea really. We booked in from Bali at some cheap beach huts in the north of the island, and it turned out they were in the middle of no where, which is nice if we knew about this in advanced. Lucky they had a restaurant on site which served the best red Thai curry yet, I'm keeping tabs on this. So two nights was had there eating, chilling and getting bitten to death by stupidly big mosquitos. There are some very deep craters in both our feet. Strong deet was brought soon after. It didn’t help that we was right next to a pond and the only blood source around.

Ahhhh Nusa Lembongan, an island east of Bali. Always a welcome break from the non-stop hassling street’s of Kuta. Roughly an hour by public boat from Sanur and your blessed with a quite 100% Hindu island with awesome waves and an amazing unqiue view of Bali. We arrived with the idea of staying at kutu losmen bungalows, as this has been a cheap home stay for the last few times we have visited. But after seeing what’s there now it looked and upon asking, definitely was out of our price range. 600,000rp a night compare to the usual 150,000rp it always was. Lembongan Made Inn on the other hand, was in our budget and what a bargain too. Four brand new, Java built, coconut wood apartments/huts within spitting distance of the lagoon, all for 150,000rp a night. (£10.50)

Ear infection, this was a whole new game to me, my suspicion of the hotel swimming pool being the main corporate for this quite frankly nasty swollen ear ache business was flushed down the drain when I took a copy of surfing lines and read an inside article on Kuta beach and its untreated sewage problems. I believe that most surfers that make the pilgrimage here know of this including myself. Yet still I seemed to think I would be alright and one of the few lines said to Kara was “I’ve never had a problem with it before, so I’ll be all right, right?”

Thunder, Snakes and Back Aches.

Imagine lying on a flat cut bed of slate (our mattress, that’s not a moan, that’s just an insightful fact) and to one side of you, bricks spaced apart running parallel but getting closer together as it reaches your head and the other side fitted with strobe lights. Now that bloody neighbour has decided to put his wheelie bins out at 2:00am (you know the ones) and in that typical “inconsiderate” fashion drags them over the bricks right next to your head. That’s pretty much the nights sleep we had just after I updated this the other week. This thunder was by no means inconsiderate, as I personally relish a good thunder storm (Sad but true) Kara wasn’t too keen for it this time and put sleep in front of the epic show. That was to date the loudest thunder I've ever heard, sod your Whitestone hill and south of France, Asia means business when it comes to thunder. The windows glass and doors were ratting all over the show. And the best thing was we were all completely helpless, there’s nothing you can do but watch\listen in complete awe or change you underwear. Immense!!!!