Ko Pha Ngan, Thailand

Someone's to blame, but I'm not sure whom yet. Two nights now, I've gotten into the buckets, and two mornings have been horrible, ugly things. The weather's been improving here, and I've found some fun people to hang out with, maybe a bit too fun. The group's a mix of Aussies, English, Irish and a few Canadians tossed in. It was Charlie, not I, running around in his tightie whities last night before we headed out. I was the one in the bra at the club. Anyway, I'd write longer, but my stomach's rebelling again, I must find a toilet.