So I’m now half way through the second week as I write this, this week has been a lot easier to handle, doing presentations on your own which I much prefer to working in groups because my good ideas tend to get rejected when working in a group. It’s gone really well I'm enjoying the presentations and learning from them. When class ended today about 8 of us swam out to this floating raft which was about a kilometre out, against the current but it was amazing to look at the island from out in the sea. We were all surprised when all of a sudden Mon from Thai Thai just climbed aboard the raft, didn’t bring any Chang’s though, poor effort. We had a few dives off the raft get back on sessions but being such an effort to get back on we decided 3 times was enough and swam back to dry land.
The second half of the week was more of the same, presentations and nights at the bars. On Tuesday Mike from ETA (not the Spanish terrorist group) came out to see how we were all getting along, he also bought a professional photographer along to take some pictures of us. There are some amazing photos of a group of us jumping off this little fishing boat we hijacked for our childish needs.
The final night on Koh Lipe was an emotional one, saying goodbye to paradise for the 'city' of Hat Yai, saying goodbye to the guys at Thai Thai, and finally taking it all serious and knowing this is not a holiday, this is a JOB. as it was our last night there were a lot more of us in the sea, no nudity this time though. but climbing on the boat there was, there so many on this little boat that when we were rocking it we nearly capsized it. As we had to be up for about 8 the next morning we decided to call it an early night at about 3ish. The next morning started well, the speed boat back to mainland had pulled round to our side of the island, which made us think we had the boat to ourselves. Much to our dismay we pulled into the other side of the island, Dalton told us that only a few people would be getting on, he lied. About twenty people got on, it actually was only standing room, but that's what you get when their motto is 'The boat is never full'. Being sat on the front of a speed boat in a monsoon, rough seas, and only wearing shorts and t-shirt, definitely is not a good idea under any circumstances. Well, unless the life of your family and friends depended on it, then you should probably consider it. Luckily it was a bit less squashed on the front, so there was room between the seats to hide from the what felt like being shot by an automatic BB gun with unlimited ammunition.We finally arrived on solid, stable ground after what felt like an eternity aboard the high seas. Everyone's bags were soaked, but lucky no laptops. Our taxis were ready and waiting for us, aircon blasting, which when you've just been sat on a boat, in the pissing rain, in shorts and t-shirt, is not exactly what you want. It took us ages to get to our hotels, this was partly due to the fact that we stopped 4 times on the way to the Teacha Language School, and when we finally got to the school, we were there for about an hour faffing about. We were split up and sent to different hotels, when we were finally ready to set of we loaded all out luggage onto a songta (I think that's what it's called), and the people into the other. As I loaded all the luggage on I felt it my responsibility to sit on the back of the songta and keep an eye on the luggage, theres a picture of me and Kaley sitting on the back of the songta in the video I posted. Well I'll leave you with that much for now, and fill you in on the first week of teaching soon, because I'm off to get drunk and celebrate a successful first week.