Koh Lanta

It took us a while and a bit of a struggle but eventually we found our little piece of paradise in Koh Lanta - leaving aside the fact of staying at a place called "Palace Hill" where only one of the two words was an accurate description of the - ahem - hotel. 

The best thing about our Palace was the affiliation to the "Palace beach", a more accurate match of name and architecture-location and also the best place to splurge with daily massages (even Thai massages for the brave), a Chung at sunset (Singha tasting too watery after a while), fresh fish and prawns barbecue on the beach and spilling the beans with new friends.

In the programme, also an excursion to the "four islands", of which we actually saw only one, due to the impossibility of convincing us to leave that beach after a mere half hour.

Concluding the stay with a fun mega-tuktuk ride to "Last beach" (or Bamboo Beach), at the not-so-far end of the island, to escape, just for a few hours, the lineup of restaurants and massage centres.

Ready to go back home. Or not.