What we did today

 Today we had a DAY OUT. (capital letters intentional to show how big a deal it was)

We joined the hedonistic throngs on the longtail boats bound for Railay and about 15 minutes later, we arrived, at fleshpot central,  Railay.

Moving swiftly past the offers of saucy massage and 'magic ' mushroom shakes, we emerged onto the beach, with an inexplicable yearning for a cup of Horlicks and a Werther's Original.

There's no doubt that Railay is a huge draw these days, tourism and narcotics wise (Google the resort prices) but for us, well, alright, for JB, the big draw is climbing. 

By now, I think we're all well aware of his tendency to hang off any surface even slightly off vertical, and Railay has them aplenty. 

In fact, a quick tally shows that we've visited here more in the last couple of  years than we've visited Weston-super-Mare. Let that sink in...

And so, our brush with the wild side of life in Railay amounted to a bit of jungle climbing, a sighting of a couple of macaques and some lying down on a (fairly uncomfortable) coral beach 

Rock and Roll.......

Once back at our resort bungalow ( nestled in Paradise, as you know),  We were confronted by a seemingly insoluble problem.

The doorkey, (which to be honest had been problematic since we arrived), steadfastly refused to turn.

After 5 minutes or so of ineffectial door-rattling and archaic cursing, I went to seek help.

The receptionist, a chit of a girl, who we've always found to be unpleasant, eventually admitted that they'd seen fit to change the lock. 

And presented the new key.

And there, blogmates, the sorry saga should have ended.

But........

Fast forward a couple of hours, and JB and I , in search of modest sustenance, attempted to leave our bungalow. The door refused to lock.

Enter Hairless Heinrich, the bald, badly tattooed Hun from a couple of doors down. 

As effortlessly as one declaring  Anschluss, he pushed us out of the way and proceeded to lock the door. 

Only he didn't.  After a good 10 minutes of this nonsense he pronounced it all to be 'kaput' and shambled off into the night.

Hopefully, when we get back tonight, the 'lock technician ' will have made it all ok......