At 8 AM we boarded our boat – (the H.M.S number 13!), with just a little wariness and and more than a few tots of Thai Rum to hand. We were going to sea after all – well, to river. Both Andrew and I looked and felt dreadful. But, we were looking for adventure and…

We had contemplated staying on an extra night at our little guest house on the Thai side of the mighty Mekong but that was before we realised we were living next to ‘Miss Ebola 2015’. A young Swiss couple with their young child were in number 11 – we were in number 10 – with…

Good grief! We are now in recovery from the journey from hell. Four hours; 702 hairpin bends; vertiginous for most of the way. The engine, equivalent to that of a ‘Morris Minor,’ coughed and spluttered her way down the mountainside emitting so much carbon as to make all the recycling we do at home completely…

Mama Rose’s noodle soup continued to cause ructions long into the night – our concrete bathroom resembled a scene from the exorcist by morning…………                                                            – but…

It isn’t often that a human being achieves and is fortunate  enough to have a truly authentic moment.   Well today, with the setting, the wildlife and my beautiful travelling companion – I had one.   It was most moving – but I shall not bore you with the self- indulgent detail. Suffice to say…

What a strange confection this little town is. A real ‘mash-up’  –  Aussies, Israelis , Brits, Swedes, tons of Thais, oh yes, and a number of our American cousins too.  A very large number! I have often been perplexed by the much reported fact that less than half of American citizens own passports – this morning…

We’ve arrived in Pai – a little ‘Pai -Eyed’ and not so bushy tailed! The Driver; four hours of hairpin bends at break-neck speed; gear-  manouvering worthy of Mr Magoo; and the heaviest brake pedalling I have ever witnessed: In fact, he was a bit of a ‘James Hunt!’ At the forty- seventh bend I…

After all the culture we’ve had we thought it was only correct to sample some of the less salubrious parts of town. So, with much research, we ended up in a club entitled ‘Adam’s Apple’! Not quite as biblical as the title suggests!   The first act consisted of a striptease artiste – only without…

As we arrived at the women’s prison today to read the massage menu, Michelle looked a little concerned when she noticed the last treatment on the list. “I’m not sure I fancy an ‘intimate’ massage” she whispered. I did have to point out that it read ‘Inmate’ massage, which definitely eased her nerves and so…

Half a bottle of Thai Whisky and a herbal cigarette and I’m anyone’s – I also usually do anything! So a haircut seemed a really good idea at 4am this morning. I must say I did rather well, Eat your heart out Vidal Sassoon. Those nail scissors really ain’t half bad!