Leaving
Getting out of the plane on Koh Samui, I walked against a wall of hot air. It was already night but still hot. The airport was a little palm cottage with a really small baggage belt and people standing around, searching for customers. A friend of mine picked me up and we speeded trough the small street with our 12 year old taxi driver to a hut directly on the beach. At least we had air-condition this night. The next day we made our way to the ferry, which was over flown by people with the same destination.
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