Next thing I know...

We're on a bus on our way to the rain forest of Khao Sok.

I have a photo of the bus somewhere which I will add later but for now a description will suffice. It was bright orange and looked like a carnival, an appearance which disguised the general "un-fun-ness" of the trip we were about to embark on.

After a couple of stops at various market towns we were dropped off on the side of the road in what looked to be the middle of nowhere in particular. There were three taxi-trucks waiting for the bus and so we just poked about for a minute until there was only one left and we didn't have to make a decision. He brought us to his guest house/bungalow operation and sat with us, silently while we drank our bottles of soda and tried to convey to him as subtly as possible that it was okay for him to go (Us: It's okay for you to go. Him: [Twiddle of thumbs. Silence.]) It was weird.

Our room was cleanish and the bedding was heavy and synthetic, perfect for the tropical heat and humidity.

Then we headed off to the river where, we were promised, there would be monkeys as far as the eye could see.

To be continued...