So, having been back to reality for several weeks now, I still find myself reflecting on the Christmas period of almost a month ago. Don’t we all? Every year, the memories consist of warm fires, mince pies and roast turkey; all those lovely traditions we British love so much.
But this year my Christmas memories are a jumble of days on the beach, scorching heat, island exploration by (dodgy) scooter journeys, sightseeing, Thai noodles and beach parties. 2009’s Christmas in Thailand is not one I’ll forget in a hurry.
I could so easily write a babbling diary of everything we did, from the choice of food on the flight to the length of the fish we saw our hotel owner catch one night on Koh Pha-Ngan (as an after thought I added the photo), but whilst this would be wonderfully nostalgic for me, I’m sure it would eventually bore everyone else. So, instead I felt it best to section off certain issues and write about them separately. 
Summarising the two weeks away, I travelled to Patong in Phuket for three or four days, followed by Koh Tao for four days, then onto Koh Pha-Ngan, home of the Full Moon Parties over Christmas Eve, Day and Boxing Day.
Some things I saw made me think…
