Meeting Mr Write: Mr Write Trilogy Book One Read Online Free PDF

lazing in the sun and dipping in and out of the pool to cool off, the long day of travelling and hot sun catches up with me. I need some sleep. Pippa is more than happy to continue cooking, so I go back to the room for a nap.  Despite the tiredness, I can’t seem to get to sleep so I reach for the guide book and turn to the pages for Ao Nang.
    There are lots of pictures of beautiful scenery, beaches and people, and various tit bits of information about where to stay, eat, drink etc. Hmm where to eat? I glance through the restaurants and Mr James’s words jump off the page to me.
    “To experience the fantastic flavours of Thai food, steer clear of the sparkly restaurants and head for the plastic tables and chairs outside, or go to one of the street carts. Try the papaya salad, be adventurous and ask for it spicy, it’s amazing! If you’re unsure though, Thai people will always help you to find something that you will like.”
    Annoyingly, he seems to know his stuff. Maybe for the first night though, western food would be best.
    I wake to the god awful sound of Pippa singing in the shower, it’s comforting to know that there’s at least one thing that she wasn’t blessed with. I reach for my phone to check the time, its six thirty pm and I am famished. I feel much better after some sleep and decide it’s time to let my hair down and start to experience Thailand.
    We decide to eat in a restaurant called Blue Mango. It’s a short walk from the hotel and has a good mix of Thai, English and Scandinavian food. Actually there seems to be a huge Scandinavian influence in Ao Nang. Pippa has a cheeseburger and fries and I go for a club sandwich…Wow Alvez, you’re really letting your hair down now!  
    After dinner, Pippa is ready to party. She asks the waitress where to go and we are pointed in the direction of the livelier bars. This is an eye opener.
    Ao Nang seems to be a fairly quiet town generally. It’s mostly just tourists walking along the seafront, taking in the shops and restaurants, but behind the main strip is where Ao Nang lets loose. It’s littered with bars, there’s a McDonalds and what seems like hundreds of backpacker hostels. Pippa’s eyes light up at the sight of Thai girls in sexy sailor uniforms dancing on tables, and without a say in the matter, I’m pulled inside.
    “What should we drink?” She asks the girl behind the bar, not me.
    “You want to party?” The bar girl questions in response,
    “YEAH!!” Pippa calls out, and without another word, a large bucket of Sang Som, a really strong Thai rum, and Coke is placed on the bar with two straws.
    As Pippa’s eyes widen gleefully at the sight, we sip. I wince slightly at the strength but sip again…I may not be able to focus particularly well, but I see where this night is heading.
     
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    Rosie
    “Ahhhh...I think I’m dead!”
    “You’re so dramatic Philippa!” I groan and then laugh, then groan again. We had a great night last night, I think…but the morning after the night before is not so great. “Come on, there’s nothing that a day on the sand won’t fix.”
    Pippa dons her deep purple halter neck bikini and looks fantastic. I opt for a red and white polka dot one, and sunglasses are an absolute must this morning. Maxi dresses and flip flops are on and we’re ready to hit the beach.
    Ao Nang beach is just a short walk from the hotel and we stroll, ice cold Fanta in hand, past the long tail boats to a quieter end of the beach. There are massage places lined up behind the trees and in front of us, there’s nothing but calm sea, with the odd rock jutting out, as though it has been freshly painted onto the horizon.
    It’s hot, unbelievably so, and I love it, but I can’t just sit baking with a hangover.
    “Pip I’m going for a walk, do you want anything?” I ask as I stand and pull on my dress,
    “No honey, thanks, stay safe.” Pip is quite content to veg in the sun all day.
    I decide to walk along the beach with