Well here we are back in Koh Lanta. I do love this island. I am sure there are more Rastas here than in the whole of Jamaica, and maybe even more of the ole Rastafarian Old Holbourn. In a particular pub you can even order a ready rolled bifter off the menu. Mongs, great name for a bar that sells weed, and magic mushrooms, and yes that is the owners real name. The place really is something else, more a shrine to Hendrix, than a normal boozer. I could happily spend...

Excuse my laziness blog fans, but we are currently in the most chilled place I could ever imagine, Koh Lanta. This island on the south west coast of Thailand really is something, and the people are something else. For an island with such a large Muslim population, there is an awful lot of smoking and drinking going on. We spent the last couple of weeks knocking about with a Swedish couple of legendary status. Leina and Marie. The gent being a 70 year old tequila...