Journey from Hell

We had to spend another night on Samui, not doing an awful lot, staying in a really bad hotel (Lucy's idea in mine, as per ;) ) before heading off the next day back to Bangkok. What a trip this was. And not in the Hippee/Drugee way. More in the Holidays From Hell kind of ways.

Firstly when we booked it, we nearly got ripped off (again) being made tipsy almost double what we ended up paying (it pays to shop around in Thailand!) when we eventually got on our bus, we were taken to another port, where we were promptly made to get off and walk onto the ferry by a guy that didn't talk english, though there was clearly no pedestrian path onto the ferry.
On the other side, we found our bus and after getting back on, made our way from Dansak to Surathani, about 2 2 hours drive. When there, we were made to get off the bus in the kiddle of nowhere, cross 8 lanes of traffic and head off with a guy down a dark alley. Me and Lucy said our goodbyes to one another and I turned myself onto Ninja mode, looking for ways to escape.. We were eventually led to a small cafe come garage that housed many tourists, all heading back to Bangkok. Whilst most of them got on the bus waiting outside, 26 of us were made to get into a 15 seated Minibus with our bags (I promise I am not exaggerating this for comedic effect) and driven 10 minutes to find another bus. Although this bus was packed, luckily we found 2 seats next to
Each other, though was kinda uncomfortable. And clearly not the bus we were meant to get as there was no air con, making it very hot....though we were treated to the First Harry Potter film on the first leg of the journey.
After 10 hours we arrived in Bangkok, though not exactly where we were promised. I didn't think much of it at the time, but te drivers got the bags off the bus extremely quickly (especially compared to other buses I'd been on) and made off. It was only then after being approached by a Swede (being a man, not a vegetable, though I admit that would have been a better story I admit...maybe next time) 50m down the road asking if I had anything stolen, as he had lost his shoes and sleeping bag. After checking my bag, I realised my ribbon which I had used to tie by zips together had been ripped off. My bag and been completely ransacked, nothing where I'd left it. Lucy checked, same with hers. Everyone had had their bags going through, many having lost items. Luckily (but somewhat sadism many ways) neither Lucy or I had anything of value in our bags, so had lost nothing, but that did not Mean we didn't feel somewhat a little peeved off!
We now had over 12 hours to kill before we flew to Vietnam, and there was not a lot open at 6 am...McDonald's, though that loses appeal after a few minutes, and Mulligans Irish bar, open 24 hours but whose only customers at this hour, apart from 2 tired English travellers were 7 rowdy Thai Pissheads. Needless to say, we ended up going to the airport a lot earlier, mostly in a bid to save money, as anywhere we'd have gone in Khoasan Road would involve spending money to stay somewhere! It's amazing how quick 7 hours can pass in an airport when you have Monopoly, Starbucks and an untidy bag and an amazing girlfriend, whom I love dearly, but does have a mild form of OCD when it comes to tidy bags....