I left Krabi at the very unfamiliar time of 530am (i'd started to forget what morning looked like!) Got my complimentary breakfast from the hotel - a tuna sandwhich!!! weird - and got the minibus to Hat-Yai. A fairly boring journey and only(!) 5hrs, so not too bad. Strangely comforted to know that i was heading home.

Hat-Yai is a horrible concrete jungle and i'm glad i was passing through. Had a few hours to kill, so went and had lunch in KFC. I then watched a policeman doing shuttle runs up and down the station concourse. Not that weird until i realised he was carrying a massive machine gun. I used a squat-toilet for the last time (thank god!) and got on the train to Kuala Lumpur. The Malysian trains suffer a bit in comparison to the Thai ones but it was fine. Got into Kuala Lumpur early the next morning. I then decided i couldn't be arsed waiting for 6hrs to get the train to Singapore and that i'd get the bus instead. Despite having to wait in a dark car-park for 3 hrs with only rats as company until the bus station opened, this turned out to be a great decision because the bus to Singapore was simply amazing.

It was a VIP coach. Now, in most cases i've found that when travel companies in Asia say that a bus is VIP that simply means that the bus actually has seats or isn't just a man pulling a cart with his donkey! But this? This was V.I.P!!!! The bus only had 11 seats on it, each one a massive, reclining, leather armchair with full personal entertainment system. It was basically like an aeroplane 1st class seat, probably better in all truth. The food was fantastic and all tea and coffee was free. The bus took 6hrs. It cost me £18. Yes, a good decision.

Once back In Singapore, i checked back into the same hostel in Little India. I only really had a day in Singapore and i'd seen what i wanted to of it already on my first trip. So i had a look around the masive malls on Orchard Road and another wee look around Chinatown and made sure i ate loads.

The following day was my last of my travels. I checked out the hostel, got the metro to the airport, phoned home for the last time, had the last of many Starbucks coffees (such a sucker for capitalism, got my flight to Heathrow, hung around the very impressive Terminal 5 for a bit, got my flight to Glasgow and met my Dad.

So...after what seemed like a very long time but also a very short time, after seeing some amazing things and some terrible, doing some incredibly brilliant things and doing some very stupid, meeting fantastic people and making great friends, after numerous flights and plentiful train trips and countless bus journeys i had travelled around the world until i arrived...............................home.