We'd bought plane tickets the night before, just before we went to bed (last minute dot com) and were being fetched at 8am to get taken to the old airport. (Price for flights for 3 people: £69 in total). It was amazing how you could fly across Thailand for so cheap, yet tuk tuk drivers tried to extort the most ridiculous amounts of money to go 3km's down the road. No sense. We had the choice of flying or a 24 hour bus ride down the coast, which none of us thought was particularly appealing. It was only an extra £4 per person to fly anyway. (On that note, I forgot to mention that our trip from Siem Reap, Cambodia to Bangkok, Thailand cost a grand total of $15 for both of us, that's to cross to a different country. Insane.

Anyway, our flight was at 11.15am, so we got dropped off at 9.15 and checked in. We then had KFC for breakfast, healthy, I know and made our way to the boarding gate at 10.30am. We boarded our flight at 10.45am and got to our seats, 28 D, E & F; I was again wedged between 2 men, luckily I knew them both this time, so did not have to worry about some stranger trying to take up all of his seat and half of mine. The flight was delayed by half an hour and we only took off at 11.45am; it was a 50 minute flight down to Krabi and we'd heard there were only 2 ferries a day, the last one was at 1.30pm, which meant we probably weren't going to make it. Bummer.

The plane landed exactly 50 minutes after taking off, we got our bags and headed for a tourist information desk: how do we get to Ko Lanta from here at this time of day? It turned out the internet sites had been incorrect: there were indeed ferries that ran all day, we just needed to get down there. The lady booked us a taxi driver at 1.30pm, which meant we had an hour to kill: so we got new cold drinks and sat in the airport; I read my book, Edd read the news on his phone and Edd's friend tried to figure out why his phone would not work.

1.30pm came, along with a Thai man in a bad mood. He threw (literally) I things into his minivan and we clambered in after them. His driving was appalling, but we were used to this not being a Thai persons strong point. It took an hour and a half to get down to the pier and wait for the next ferry to cross.

In the 30minutes we'd sat at the pier, 2 ferries had left and 2 had arrived. They weren't the sort we were used to in England, they were more like tarred mobile barges, there was a section you could stand on so we all got out to stand up stairs and look at the view.

Our camera was on the blink again and would not focus, we'd dropped it too many times, we eventually managed to get it working and took a few happy snaps of the crossing.

We thought that the island across from where we were was Koh Lanta, but were mistaken. Our taxi driver drove through the first island and then we stopped at another pier: there was a second ferry crossing! I stayed in the car while Edd and his friend went to inspect the bridge they were busy builing that would make the second ferry crossing obsolete. It took a grand total of 20 minutes to load up, cross and then off load. The bridge was necessary. The boys got back in the car, talking to each other in an animated way about how construction worked in these countries and speculating how much you could get away with, before a building fell down.

The angry Thai man drove us to our accommodation: Ozone, but not up to the door. He stopped on the coroner and told us to walk the rest of the way. He'd clearly had enough. Why people get into the business of driving people around, but then hate the people that employ their services, is a puzzling conundrum. We were happy to see the back of him.

We walked the last hundred metres and entered our new accommodation. I chose room 7 which was closer to the beach; we unpacked a few bits and put our costumes on to go for a swim. The beach was 100 metres away and although it was close, it wasn't as close as it was when we were in Cambodia.

Instead of swimming first, we walked back to the corner where we were dropped off and had some food at the local. I was ravenously hungry and not going to swim until I'd eaten something. We ordered food with a lady who did not speak very good English, it wasn't her shop, she was obviously minding it for a friend or relative. Edd and I were served food that was literally inedible. We ate what we could, but it was so spicy we soaked the rest in coconut milk and ate a bit more with numb mouths. We then walked back to our rooms, got our sarongs and made our way down to the sea.

The sea was awful. The beach was awful. This was not what we had in mind. We laid on the sand and waited for the sun to set before we headed back; taking a shower and then regrouping to decide a plan of action for the next day.

We sat and played trains on Edd's friends balcony while we had a drink and discussed what to do the next day. We decided on a day trip exploring the island a bit more, by hiring mopeds; I was not in the least bit interested in having my own moped, the only way I was going on one was if I was on the back of Edd's. End of discussion. The place we were staying at had mopeds you could hire for the day, but only one was available, so Edd found another place just up the road we could get the second one from. POA established. It was time for bed.