Day 89

Saturday 29^th January 2011

We woke to torrential rain. This does not bode well for our last day on Koh Samui. So I got back into bed in the hope it would all miraculously brighten up….

….. it didn’t.

Eventually we were driven out of the hotel room by hunger….. with UMBERELLAS!?! This is not how I envisaged our last week of honeymoon!

We went down town for breakfast. Franky ordered the full English…. With no sautéed potatoes. Now, I imagine to the Thai waitress ‘no sautéed potatoes’ could have sounded a lot like ‘no sausages’…. and that was what he got! Bitterly disappointed he beckoned the waitress over and explained the mistake. He asked if they could cook him some sausages and she agreed and tried to take the plate away. As Franky was already tucking in he was none to keen to lose his breakfast so suggested that she just bring the sausages over when they were ready. The waitress trotted over to the kitchen and we wrongly assumed the matter had been resolved. Oh no, now the head honcho waitress wanted to get involved. Firstly she informed Franky that he had mislead the waitress as she thought he did not want sausages… which went down well as you can imagine. Then she agreed that he could have sausages but he would have to relinquish some bacon as the chef had given him 3 rashers to make up for the lack of sausages. This seemed a bit ridiculous as the bacon was cooked and on his plate – surely they weren’t going to give it to someone else?! Well, we don’t know but they wouldn’t bring sausages without taking his plate away to remove the bonus bacon so he reluctantly agreed, His plate was returned some 5 minutes later with sausages but the potatoes and bacon were gone and presumably were served to the next unsuspecting customer!

After that fiasco we sat in the bar for bit watching the rain and surfing the net.

When it finally stopped we headed back to the hotel for a beer.

There were a number of people cloud bathing so after a dip in the sea we decided to join them.

It wasn’t pleasant. In fact it was positively unpleasant so we gave it up as a bad job and headed back to the room for a nap. When we awoke it was time to get ready to go out as we’d arranged to meet up with the Garlick’s again tonight.

We’d arranged to meet them at a bank but as we were early got a drink  in the bar next door. On arrival there received a message that they had got off the bus at McDonalds. We finished our drinks and started walking in that direction and they started walking up. We got to Mc Donald’s and concluded that we must have missed them so we text to say so and started off back to the bank. They said they were on their way up but that is we were at McDonald’s they would turn around and head back that way, also surprised that they hadn’t spotted us. We arrived back at the bank and still no sign of the Garlicks so back we fired off another text and went back to McDonald’s…. on arrival we got another message to say that Paul had just realised there were TWO McDonald’s in Chaweng and they were at the other one! Honestly – this is why boys shouldn’t be left to do the organising.

So we finally met for dinner over an hour after our original meeting time., Suffice to say we were all hot and sweaty and in need of a beer. We opted for a little air conditioned Italian restaurant where 4 cold beers were swiftly ordered and drunk.

Franky made his second food faux pas of the day by ordering the Calzone pizza. Now to you and I this is a regular pizza folded over and cooked like a giant Cornish pasty. This is not the Thai interpretation. They don’t put the tomato pizza base sauce in so what he got resembled a giant cheese and ham toastie. Franky, not to be beaten, called the waitress over who was all smiles when she explained that, ‘No sir, we haven’t forgotten the tomato but the Calzone does not come with tomato’. Franky tried to explain that this was in fact wrong and that they should. She wasn’t having any of that but did concede that they would bring him a bowl of tomato pizza base sauce if that would solve the problem. They did and he poured it over the top – disaster averted!

Random statue at the toilets!

After dinner we headed to an Irish pub named Tropical Murphys who had a Philippino band on who were much better than the other live acts we’ve seen since arriving in South East Asia. They were also very entertaining as the lead singer did the splits across two chairs whilst head banging during ‘Sweet Child of Mine’. We also managed to catch the end of Man Utd vs Southampton in the FA cup.

We had already agreed to take the hint if the bar closed around us tonight and just go home, especially as Paul and Victoria had had real problems getting back to their resort after our escapades on the beach a couple of nights previously! So when the bar closed after the football we said our goodbyes and headed home to bed down the beach.