The Motion of the Ocean.

After an emotional send-off from our Ko Lanta hosts at the Narima Resort, we made our way to Ban Saladan for our ferry.

At 8am we left the safety of dry land and headed out onto the open sea. The small vessel quickly began to pitch and roll.

I’m not known for my sea legs, or belly, and soon had my head out the window, gulping mouthfuls of fresh air and staring at a fixed point on the horizon.

As the boat approached Ko Phi Phi, the sight of soaring limestone cliffs, white beaches and lush green jungle had the passengers running for their camera bags.

The sprog, however, had his eye on a totally different kind of bag. And showed an appreciation for his offshore experience by upchucking his breakfast on some poor sod’s backpack.

I’m sure the smell of toddler vomit will remind that mystery traveller of their once-in-a-lifetime holiday for many years to come.