End of term report

 Well blogmates, the time has come. Sad though it is, we must part company.

Contrary to what you may have read in some of the more sensationalist publications, we're not being deported. 

The last six weeks have been instructive in so many ways. 

For example, we've suffered the shocking state of the roads in Laos. (I'm still sitting on a cushion)

We've very nearly brought down one of the world's major religions. 

And we've witnessed the horrifying devastation that coconut milk cause to an unwary digestive system . (Still carrying a cork with me)

But above all, we've had a great time. Far better, I suspect than you have had reading this.

In fact, yesterday JB was moved to say that he thought it was better here than Blackpool.

Thanks for your company, and we'll see you again in February, when we'll be subjecting Rhodes to the Gullible's Travels treatment. 

Hoping that a fat beardy chap in a red suit stuffs your sock, we bid you adieu.