This was the plan as it was meant to be. I'd arrive in Phi Phi, I'd spend a couple of days on the beach and then go to Koh Lanta to do some diving...!
A nice relax before doing something more serious. Simple.
Now this was the plan as it was:
The boat over was the usual affair, Corrs concert being shown on the TV, Air con on to high inside the boat, the sun so hot that you can't sit out.
I'd heard of only one dorm hostel in Phi Phi called the rock, and this place is just legendary, literally. It's a hut at the center of the island, it holds close to 20 people and is the cheapest way of spending a night on the island. The problem is it's also one of the dirtiest places you'll ever visit in you life, honestly it's a new high on my list of grimy hostels :) and after one night my ever unreliable body foot got an infection and had swelled to double its usual size.
The pharmacy gave me tablets which didn't work, although i did continue to drink while on them so that might of had something to do with it. But the next day when it had increased in size again i had to take myself to the hospital (something i'd somehow avoided in doing to this point). Holly came with me as she found it incredibly funny as i walked around with my inflated foot and then grimaced as she watched the nurse take 3 attempts to place a drip for my antibiotics. I was also informed i'd have to return the following 2 days to finish off the treatment.... the short relaxing stay was obviously going to get extended.
I started to think maybe i'd just do my diving here and then go straight up north to Chiang mai rather than messing around looping all over the show, especially now as i had to sit around and wait for the foot to sort itself out.
I signed up with a place and got back to doing what is done best at the rock, and that's drinking. The days after this where just hilarious, i'm not proud of the amount we drank but the people who stay at the rock are just some of the nicest, funniest people i'd ever met and we just got to drinking as a group on a nightly basis. Every day at a certain hour we'd all meet up, buy a family bucket (basically and industrial sized dustbin), fill it with everything from vodka to samson and then add coke and finished it off with a varying amount of red bull bottles and a heap of straws to share from. Only after one or two of these would we then go and hit the rest of the island.
It was only till the foot had healed 5 days later that i actually had a night where I could use the excuse of having diving in the morning and get to sleep before sunrise.
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