  Having arrived late on the island we collapsed on our beds turned on the fan, tried to turn on the air conditioning but failed, and subsequently drifted of to an unbelievably uncomfortable roasting nights sleep. Waking in the morning both a bit tired, understatement really, we drag ourselves off to find the restaurant and breakfast. The restaurant was of the same fashion of the airport, thatched roof open walls. However unlike the airport the restaurant was situated by the pool which was just above the white tropical sandy beach.
Having consulted the ten maps we seemed to have accumulated overnight we decided to ignore them all and never learning from our mistakes we set off for a walk in the midday sun. About an hour later having not got anywhere we were back in our room, fortunately though we notice that the air conditioning is now working and all it had needed was batteries in the remote. Seeing how bad our attempt to walk the island turned out we looked in to hiring a jeep for the day, neither of us were brave enough to try the motorbike, which actually tuned out quite cheap, about 350 Bahts each, about 5 pounds.
So the following day we hired the jeep and went on our own tour of the island with me driving and Helen navigating. Inevitably the main conversation in the car was as follows: Helen - There's a scenic look out point just coming up Peter - Where? Helen - We just past it. Peter - It's ok it's an island we'll be coming back past it in about an hour.
Eventually my responses to Helens direction improved and we turned off to go look at a waterfall that was marked out on one of the maps. However once we arrived I pulled in to the car park and realised that I didn't know where reverse was as nowhere or the gear stick did it mention which gears were where.
Luckily I had parked with enough space to be able to do a u-turn and so we thought we could go look at the waterfall then sort out the jeep. Turning off the engine we then realise that we can't get the keys out of the ignition. After sitting there for about 5 minutes we decided to head on back to the resort to ask the guy what to do. As you might guess when we pulled up back at the resort I accidentally nudged the gear stick and it popped in to reverse, so now having solved that dilemma all that was left was to ask the guy how to remove the key.
Looking at us as if we were stupid (no comments) he simply put his hand through the open window and removed the key. Handing it back to me he just smiled and walked away. Feeling like a numpty I got back in the jeep, slightly more embarrassed as I hadn't actually seen how he had managed it, not wanting to go back to ask again I had a play around and eventually realised that you have to push the key in in order to get it out.
Having solved all our car dilemmas, for now, we set off once more round the island, passing a lot of scenic lookout spots on the way. We finally managed to find a beach where a parculiar set of rock formations can be found, they are called grandfather and grandmother. After looking up and down the beach for some time we finally notice which rocks the names referred to, and five minutes later we were back in the jeep feeling a parculiar mixture of revulsion and the giggles.
I will leave it to you to try to form the images, I would rather not go in to detail. Later that night we set off in the jeep to find a restaurant called The Cliff that we had heard about. After driving past it a few times I eventually managed to park and in we went. The restaurant was magnificent, you got to sit on a balcony over the cliffs looking down at the ocean below, fantastic food well worth a visit.
Sticking to the food theme, the following night we found another little restaurant called the Five Island which was located on the beach, again an excellent restaurant. Helen felt a bit on edge at first due to the lizard climbing the wall near our table, but as the wine kept flowing she seemed to forget about it, or at least not care anymore. The only down side to the evening was Helen feeling a bit ill as we drove back to the resort, which was apparently the fault of the bumpy roads and not the wine. 
