It's 3pm on Ko Samui, and my final day in Thailand. I fly from this island to Bangkok at 8.30pm, before connecting to my early morning London flight.
I fully expected this part of the holiday to be the most difficult - the final hours in paradise before the return to 'blighty'. Frankly, the way I have been treated in the last two hotels I've stayed in means I am actually happy to be leaving. I'm not going to elaborate at this stage other than to say there have been several outrageous attempts to rip me off. I tried writing a blog post yesterday about it but got so angry typing I stopped and went to the beach. Not one of the hardest decisions I've had to take.
I'll reflect on what this means in terms of my future travelling intentions when I'm in a better mood. Not sure what the journey home will be like due to a multitude of factors. I'm hoping Thai Airways can be bothered to liven up my12 hour flight with so much as a film to watch. They didn't bother on the way out here, but I'm trying to be optimistic. More importantly, Norwich are away at Portsmouth this evening - and the game kicks off and finishes when I'm in mid air. Theoretically, they could be a Premiership team when I switch on my phone at Heathrow. Or promotion could look unlikely, depending on the result of the game and Cardiff's at home to Middlesbrough. Best not to think about it, really. Fat chance...
