Midnight Express to Ko Samui

We left wonder-wierd Bangkok a few days ago, I'm losing track of what day it is, nothing new there. We got the night-train down to Surat Thani, or something, port. I didn't get much kip on the train as there were quite a lot of dodgey-looking characters around. Next was the ferry blah blah bah, Vicky got Bangkok belly and spent the day on the toilet, thank the great lord for Imodium. So now we're in Ko Samui and its a bit like any resort in Spain or Greece except with nicer beaches, pretend Western food, really friendly people and really dangerous roads. Oh yeah, I drove a moped into a scummy-brakish ditch and broke a wing mirror and scratched the thing. We went on an expedition to get a new wing mirror fitted. We got away without paying for the damage somehow. I am sticking to my two left feet for the remainder of the holiday. All's good. We are on a Belguim resort. Jer Voo drey une room for the nui Monsure...oh you speak English, what a shame I could have shown off my splendid grasp of French.