With a packed day in sight we got up early, sneaked a bit of food from the 7eleven and headed to the travel place where we had booked our trip to Phang Nga bay. A converted pickup with benches picked us up and took us to a pier on the riverside, boarded a creaky long tailed boat manned by a olden thai bloke with a gammy foot. We headed up river and he took us to all the beauty spots and places of interests, through hoards and hoards of Mangrove trees, through caves and showing us bits and pieces on the cliffs, including caveman graffiti.
After a couple of hours we moored to a stationary boat where we hopped into a canoe and this cool bloke paddled us into some caves which was awesome, and we engaged in what I reluctantly describe as banter which was great fun.

Back on board and full steam ahead to Scaramanga’s island from the Man with the Golden Gun, which though it was riddled with tourists and the souvenir tat was awesome, a fantastic little bay with that iconic rock about 50m in front, though unfortunately the big satellite dish focusing the sun’s rays into an all destructive super weapon wasn’t there. I was also disappointed about the lack of The Man with the Golden Gun paraphernalia, it’s known as James Bond island though there was no merchandise, you couldn’t buy a replica golden gun fridge magnet or lighter and think that’s a trick missed. We took the boat back to the pier, stopping off at a fishing village in the middle of the river all on stilts, with it’s accompanying football pitch, for a delightful ice cream, then back to the meeting point after a thoroughly fantastic day.

From there we got some bus tickets to Bangkok for that evening, had some amazing Pad Thai from a grotty thai street cage, chilled out then on the way back from the shop for another water and ice cream run I walked past a local barbers, grab matt and go inside and we both get ourselves a cut throat shave. I hadn’t wet shaved since I can’t remember as I’m rubbish at it and I’m sensitive (in every way) though it was bloody marvellous. It was a little bit strange having someone hold something so sharp very near my eyes and throat, though he did a cracking job including shaving some hair off my ear lobes and the tip of my nose. Matt equally enjoyed his though had to re-iterate the desire to not shave off the Moustache he’s growing for Movember which is actually verging on glorious. (Also his Movember team is called ’Rage against the Mochines’ which I thought was brilliant and am still spending ages trying to come up with something equally good if not better, yet failing.) With baby soft cheeks we again got some food in before making our way to the bus station to catch the bus to Bangkok. Compared to the Nicky fiasco it was a brilliant bus ride, we got the government bus, 1st class with air con and a blanket for half the price as it cost us to come down, and it took the 11 hours as advertised which was bliss.
