Purple Phi Phi

Listen up, blog mates. The Red Cross DO NOT make emergency pie drops. Nor do they take kindly to you phoning them to ask where your meat pie is.........

Lesson learned there, I think.....

No matter, I hit upon the idea  substituting the humble samosa for the pie, (a poor substitute at best, I agree) with the result that we regained enough strength to move on to our next location.

And so we set sail from Ao Nang for Phi Phi. (Unfortunately, we hit rush hour, as you can see. ....)

Eventually, we managed to ease our way out, and after an uneventful couple of hours at sea ( no pirates, no kraken) we arrived at the delightful Island of Phi Phi.

We're currently holed up in a fairly ritzy resort (swimming pool, private beach...), although the effect was somewhat ruined by JB, who, casting a world weary and jaundiced eye around declared that " it's like a technicolour Butlins"....

Butlins or Prince's purple hideaway? 

You decide.