Last night’s rain has gone, so with blue skies and white sands I swim in the warm waters with a view of Ko Phangan, before heading to the ferry pier.
The ferry is a modern, high-speed catamaran, filled to the brim with backpackers. Luggage is heaped in a big pile, leaving my bag crushed under the weight of a hundred others.
Ban’s diving resort is an enormous place, my hilltop suite has a stunning view, but sadly no WiFi, and when I say I’m a very bad swimmer they give me my own personal instructor, Camilla from Denmark.
Camilla asks how I got the scar on my head, so I tell her. Unfortunately that now means I have to get my GP to day through a letter saying it’s ok for me to dive, and until I get it I can’t have my diving lessons. GP is closed today, being Sunday, and won’t be open until it’s about 3pm here.
If I can’t go diving, I’ll have to do something else, like swimming, sitting around on a great beach, maybe kayaking around the island, snorkelling, jet-skiing….