I honestly thought week 2 of Thailand would be a much slower affair but I was wrong. We left Koh Chang behind, and we’d made such an impact there that one of the bar’s put my face up on their social and hoped I came back soon. We’d also been there long enough that some of the locals waved as we rode past on our scooters. I loved it, but Bam was right, it was time to move on.

However, Pattaya seemed to be one step too far for Bam on the party front, and we did a lot of walking and one day bought a multi-ticket for the local Ripley’s Believe It Or Not and the other shows around it. We had a great afternoon being chased by zombies, running through haunted hospitals, and failing abysmally to bypass security lasers as we tried to steal money from a vault.

I then got wasted down Walking Street, and couldn’t get rid of the shakes for 3 days. I’ve got a small handful of friends who get regular video and/or audio diaries from me, everywhere I go, highlighting the shit that I get up to. None of them have noticed there were no updates during my time in Pattaya. And I’m sorry to leave this on a cryptic note, but I will only tell people the true story of Pattaya to their face, if they ask. You might not want to hear what I say, however, but there’s no way I’ll ever leave any recorded word or audio or video of what happened those 3 days.

We’d been warned about Pattaya but Bam wanted to check it out, and I was happy to tag along as Asian girls rock my world. We stayed at a half-decent hotel, but then everywhere we stayed was half-decent because they were so cheap, even if I did have to repair a basin back in Koh Chang.

On Friday we flew back to England and into all the floods and bad weather, making me regret returning even more. But this Asian chapter is over for me, for now. I’ve got a quiet week ahead, and then a tour before I decide if I’ve got time to go back to Thailand in January.