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To recuperate after the scuba course we headed for Krabi’s idyllic Railey beach. Thankfully only a quick long-boat ride from the mainland. It is true that Thailand’s beaches are fantastic with white sand, clear water and nestled between impressive Karst rock formations. The only downside was that it was packed with hundreds of other foreigners and cost a small fortune for those with meagre backpacker budgets. Nevertheless we had a lot of fun whiling away the hours on the beach and in the evenings partaking in the local tipples. Lynz became rather partial to the local dark rum and knocked back a considerably  impressive quantity of it. Mark, ever the gentleman, wouldn’t let her drink alone so it fell to me to escort the  drunkards home at night. Mark thought his luck was in when two attractive English girls seemed to know his name and where he grew up, quite odd when on the other side of the world. It transpired they were Tim’s  old uni flatmates and had all been out drinking together years before. Awaking the next morning to powerful hangovers I also had the bonus of a bad case of travellers belly. I spent the next couple of days recovering whilst Mark and Lynz enjoyed the famed beaches. Bangkok’s airport opened just in time for Lynz’s flight to be re-instated but due to frantic re-routing Mark and I began our planes, trains and automobiles journey down to Kuala Lumpur to meet Steven, our second temporary travelling companion.