The Coast is Always Changing

Wow, I was back on the night train to Surrat Thani. This time with the girls, some more beers and a different final destination. Khao Lak was the Thai area that got hit biggest in the Tsunami - taking thousands of lives and pretty much wiping out everything 1km from the waters edge. It really showed as we rolled into a very new and clean looking main drag.

We spent a morning in the main town visiting the Tsunami charity shop, market and an amazing memorial - a police boat swept aroun 1500metres from the ocean in shore where it will now stay as a reminder.

We stayed in some quaint bunglaows around 400metres from the beach - which had miraculously escaped Sumatra damage as a forest of rubber trees quite literally bounced off the waves. The next few days were a little blurry... once again, me taking another heavy dose of the Koh Phangan syndrome of waking up to do nothing but eat, lay in the sun and bathe in the sea. Oh, and drink a ridiculous amount of Banana milkshakes again.

I taught some more unsupecting Europeans the rules of Sh!thead and we spent many an hour battling away with Hearts, Clubs, Diamonds and Spades.

The time rocketed by in the eerily desolate seaside resort and soon it was time to catch the bus to Phuket where I would spend the last chunk of time in Thailand... this time... this year ???