Day 71 of The Big Adventure. 
Woke up in my villa with a huge smile on my face. I was still blown away every time I looked out over the terrace. 

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​Went to see how Sam was feeling and we made eggy bread for breakfast. YUM. 

I spent the day lazing by the pool and topping up my tan (which had faded a shocking about due to very little beach time in Vietnam), while Sam got on with some work. By mid afternoon, both our tummies were grumbling and so Sam sacked off the work and decided to take me over to the other side of the island to a less well known spot for a late lunch. It was called View Point and it was a hotel restaurant over -looking a gorgeous little bay.

 You had to walk along a wooden board walk and through another, markedly less-busy, restaurant to get to it. We sat overlooking the water and had some amazing food. It really is incredible how good the quality of food is here considering you’re on a tiny island off the coast of Thailand. 

We had agreed to meet Tod for sundowners at Fishbowl, so once we’d finished we hopped back on the bike and headed for Fishbowl. 

We found Tod already waiting at the bar chatting to an old friend of his and Sam’s; Abby. She was rather heavily pregnant and had a little girl called Isabelle running around. She was talking about how she would be travelling over to Samui in a week or two in preparation for the birth. It had never occurred to me that people gave birth on Koh Tao or rather they didn’t because there weren’t any facilities so you had to go over to neighbouring Samui. She told us all about the school her little girl went to and I couldn’t quite believe there were schools for western children on the island. It was paradise, don’t get me wrong, but I couldn’t even begin to imagine starting a family here. 

Anyway we had plenty of gin and tonics and watched the beautiful sunset.

 The gin and tonics kept flowing and a few fireballs (a cinnamon flavoured whiskey) were thrown in for good measure. And before I knew it, Tod was twirling me around to the live band and everyone was rather drunk. 

Much merriment was had and when I realised we were all far too drunk for our own good I realised bed was all I wanted. Sam insisted on escorting me home and tried to get on his bike. No chance.

After much coercing, I managed to convince him that it was a lovely evening for a walk. He wasn’t having any of it and stopped many times on the way home to suggest we go back and get the bike. 

He also made many new friends on the journey home (he’s a very happy drunk) and ended up pinching a rather burly black mans bottom. Thankfully, said man saw the funny side of it and after a few ‘I’m so sorry about my friend’s we were on our way. 

We made a pit stop in 7eleven; I had a ham and cheese toastie (of course), and Sam rather boldly chose to have a tuna and pumpkin toastie (ick). We merrily made our way back to the villas and again I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.