I had made a point of taking a room to myself in Krabi this time, and the others were moving on. Even though there was a stereotypically aloof Swiss guy to share with I had come to realise that company tended to be too much of a distraction. I certainly hadnt been getting too much writing done, and I knew that other people tended to struggle to get on the same level as my substituted philosophies, thoughts provoked by my previous wanderings. I wasnt sure whether that meant they were wrong or not but it was ultimately my problem all the same, I wouldnt present them with it. It was hardly surprising considering most folk here were younger kids basically having an extended beach holiday with a bit of touring thrown in, and me, well I had just endured 6 months of hardship, conservatism and periodic loneliness. And so refreshingly I spent a day on my own, ignoring the young honeys in favour of reading, writing, figuring out the complexities of my new fangled camera and somewhat belatedly at least trying to master a few paltry words of Thai. The beer was cheap again too.