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All we need is music, sweet music … dancing in the street …
Day five began badly. Bed refused to relinquish the pair of us, and when we finally emerged from our luxury cotton sheets and feather pillowed comfort, we were both a bit out of kilter and uncharacteristically quiet. There was important stuff to do though so I delegated. I would take the washing to the laundrette, book transport to Koh Lanta, and book a Muay Thai class for the following morning. Donna would proof- read and send the blogs and photos to be published and buy water. My jobs were easy. Donna couldn’t find the posts on my stupid i-pad, nor could she find the @ on my stupid Spanish keyboard…
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Donna Day Four and Five
There are so many things that I haven`t written about because I`ve been too busy experiencing them! After flying to Krabi, we are now in Ao Nang in the south of Thailand and I`m not exaggerating when I say that we are staying in the most luxurious hotel I`ve ever been to – Peace Laguna Resort. Our beautiful room has a porch overlooking a mountain and is surrounded by lush green trees and a lake. This morning I swam in one of the three pools and had the entire pool to myself. It cost us about 20 pound a night. Ao Nang is gorgeous. Today we had lunch by the…
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I’m only sleeping in my head and I can fly …
We made the mistake of having an early night and both felt like we’d slept for two hours and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning. I bored Donna explaining that I had dreamt about writing a dissertation on the history of the permanent wave, so I’m certain I did get some (very boring) sleep. Not much though. Maybe it was the anticipation of flying to Krabi. More likely it was the shaking off of the final crumbs of jetlag. Whatever it was, we took a while to come round. But come round we did. As Donna has been a chambermaid, we did the decent thing and tidied…
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We accidentally booked the wrong excursion
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Tuktuk life …
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Donna Day Three:
Curioser and curioser I seem to be writing a lot about how I’m feeling but haven’t said an awful lot about Bangkok. Let me share with you some of my first impressions. Today is Day Four really but we’re writing in retrospect. We’re sitting in a little back alley in a restaurant called Popiang. I’m drinking water and Joanne is being authentic and having a red wine. She’s sitting beside me tapping away on her phone, writing her blog and I’m writing my bit. There’s a fan blowing directly on us and and ‘Country Road’ is playing in the background and I’m happy. Yesterday was Day Three and, after playing…
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We should be on by now.
“We’ve done it again.” “Done what again?” “Got up really late and missed most of the morning.” Jetlag was our excuse, along with rolling in at 4am because, for some reason, we were on the VIP list at the final bar. The owner chucked out ever other person, and refused entry to newcomers but asked, “one more?” each time we drained our glasses. We don’t know why: good tippers? Middle- aged gullible ladies who look like big spenders? Or just pleasant and smiley? Probably all three. Whatever the cause of our tiredness, we did something that I never do and spent hours by the pool on the hotel roof writing…
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I can’t see the road for the rain in my eyes.
Last night we both lost our voices. Oh no! You might think. Have you picked up a bug on the plane? Is it the foreign climate drying out your vocal chords? Of course, it is neither of those things. We lost our voices because we appear to have turned into SIMS characters. Do you remember that game? The one where animated characters wander around being industrious and making unintelligible noises non-stop until they drop into bed? That’s us, that is. We are both wondering at what point we’ll run out of things to talk about. I don’t think that point will arrive. I hope not anyway. I suppose we did…
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Donna Day Two
Gratitude is a word used often these days but today, sitting by the roof top pool of our hotel, sipping ice-cold water and basking under a beautiful blue Bangkok sky, I am so truly grateful I could cry. You see, I always dreamed of travelling the world. When I was a little girl, living up Fern Gore, I’d sit on my bed imagining what kind of lady I would end up being. Most girls dream of being famous pop stars, princesses, heroes or witches, but all I ever really wanted to do was explore the world and write books. And be a teacher. Like Miss Hoyle – my teacher from…
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Donna Day One
Doha It`s about 1.45 am and I’m sitting in Doha airport drinking iced tea. I’m on my way to Bangkok with my lost and found friend, Joanne. I thought I’d feel nervous and scared but I feel strangely calm. Jo’s having a shower (because we’ve booked into a posh lounge in Doha whilst we wait for our connection to Bangkok). I am surrounded by dozing, baggy-eyed people and bored-looking travellers. I’m not bored. For me, this is the most exciting this I’ve ever done in my life! A young pretty woman at Manchester Airport commented that she didn’t think I was very well-travelled because this was my first trip to…
