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to look, but I don’t touch. The sex trade in Thailand is not really something that I wholly approve of. It’s each to their own, but I think this amazing place has so much more to offer than girly bars and ladyboy shows.
    Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fair share of fun in Thailand, but usually with backpackers or ex pats. There have been a few Thai girls but no money exchanged hands, I can assure you of that.
    For right now though, I’m happy to sit and watch the world go by, taking it all in. I have a nice cold Singha beer, some barbecued chicken and a papaya salad, spicy, the best way to eat it! I can’t help but wonder how many people have read my book and ordered the same. Miss Alvez I wonder? Nah, it’ll be a club sandwich and fries, I’m certain of that. She’s hot as hell, but she’s got a stick up her arse that needs removing, and I’m pretty sure I’m the man for the job!
    I’ve got a long day of exploring ahead of me tomorrow, so it’s time to get some sleep. I head back to the hostel and up to my room, taking the lone American blonde from the lobby with me…I love Thailand.
    I’m going to spend today immersing myself in the tourist traps of Bangkok. I know that I said this book would be ‘ off the beaten track, ’ but you’ve got to tell people about the popular favourites as well.
    I am heading to The Grand Palace this afternoon, but first, it’s an early start soaking up the atmosphere of the floating markets. It’s such a buzz, there are all sorts of smells and sounds here, igniting the senses…fuel from boats, food cooking, all sorts of seafood and people calling out trying to sell their wares. To watch is invigorating, it’s almost as exciting as actually being a part of it all. There are boats and people everywhere, food and merchandise all over the place. Some westerners may find this place intimidating, but I feel strangely calm here amongst the craziness. I feel completely welcome and safe in the company of the wonderful Thai people going about their daily business.
    As the day rolls on, I head back to the hostel for a shower and change of clothes. Lucia, an Italian girl that I met this morning, has invited me to join her on a dinner sunset cruise on the Chao Phraya River, and let’s face it, what kind of a man would I be to let a beautiful woman travel alone?
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    Rosie
    “Wow! Ro, this is AWESOME!”
    Pippa is easily pleased. We booked to stay in a three star hotel in Ao Nang, I read in the book that three stars in Thailand is like five star back home, and so far, I have to agree. This is beautiful.
    “Right then bestie, come on! Bikini on, Kindle in hand…It’s pool time!” Pip turns to look at me and frowns, placing her hands on her hips dramatically, “Rosie, it’s the first day! Put the laptop down. You need to relax!”
    As much as I hate to admit it, she’s right, I do. Since Michael left, I have been so tense. I put too much pressure on myself to try and be perfect, and it just causes me to constantly fuck up. How can I possibly meet my own unrealistic expectations of myself?
    “I know, I know. You’re right. I do need food though Pip, and a cocktail...stat!”
    “Pool bar Rosie…Pool bar!” There’s that grin again.
    Hmm, I could get used to this. I’ve never felt heat like it.
    It’s warming me right through to my bones. For a redhead, I have unusually olive skin. Thank god my Irish mother married a Spaniard...I couldn’t bear to be one of those gingers that burns after five seconds, I love the sun too much!
    Pippa is already quite dark skinned, and she goes an amazing colour in a frankly unacceptable amount of time. Her mother is Indian and her Dad is Portuguese. At school we bonded over our mixed up heritage and grew up proud to be different.
    “Pippa for crying out loud, you only have to look at the sun and you’re tanned!” I exasperate while I apply more oil,
    She pokes her tongue between her teeth “I know…Ha!”
    After a few hours