What the f*** happened last night! All that I know is that I woke in my hotel room at 11.50am having to check out at 12 noon! Brilliant! My heads spinning like f*** and I need to get all my s*** together! I hurried round putting my life what I had into a carrier bag, proper traveller, and went and checked out. I got a tuk tuk straight to the other side of Bangkok to find a guesthouse near to the Kaoh San area.

As soon as I arrived with my carrier bag as luggage and my books I checked into the first one, the Wild Orchid where Clare & Dave stayed. There were no single rooms left so I opted for the double, I didn't give a s*** and I was rough as a bear's arse and needed to dump my stuff!

I went out to get some dinner from somewhere, I wasn't bothered where. When it arrived I had about three mouthfuls and couldn't eat anymore. I couldn't understand why I felt this bad and had no appetite. After my grain of rice for dinner I had a wander around but was struggling so I headed back to the room to have a lie down.

I woke up about three hours later but what felt like about three days and went to try and get some food down me. Same thing happened, three mouthfuls and then no more and pushed it away. "What the f***!" I thought somethings not quite right here, or was it just the fact that my whole life was now in a s***ty green carrier bag because Heathrow made a major c*** up!

Anyway I got chatting to two lads from Grimsby, one was called Adam in the bar where I tried eating and went fior a few beers in some of the bars. I stopped out for about and hour then headed home in the hope I didn't feel like this tomorrow.