Right. At last it’s sorted. Two weeks in Samui. That’s Samui. Not Sam Hui.

Ages ago, I said I’d meet my brother in Samui during the first two weeks in February this year. However, I wasn’t sure of the exact dates I could get off work so nothing was booked. It’s Chinese New Year time, so the flights were busy and it took me a week or two to get on the flights I wanted, but I had to fly biz class, no chance in economy. Then I got lazy and didn’t book anything. Then there was the tsunami disaster. Then everyone decided to go to Samui. Then there were no rooms. Then there was egg.

So with four days to go, I’ve finally got it sorted. Not exactly the place I wanted to stay, but not too bad.

So I’ve got a couple of weeks of relaxing and catching up with my little brother. Lovely.