A Post for Chris

So whilst me and Laur are reverting back to boring old reality and trying to fathom whether it was all just some kind of awesome dream, our Swiss friend Chris is still in Borneo, holding the fort without us!

Chris wrote me and Laur a beautiful letter each to read on the plane, thanking us for the time we shared and reminding us that yes, even old thirty-somethings can become best mates with a 19 year old Swiss lad. Laugh? Did we ever stop???

So, Chris. For you.......

Thank you for keeping us consistently amused, whether on purpose or accidentally ("The leech may vomit in your wound").

Thank you for taking the piss out of my awesome binocular skills.

Thank you for wearing that hat for Hari Raya. Hhaha!!!

Thank you for teaching me how to play 'Hitten' even though it isn't called that, and attempting to teach me Swiss Rummy at altitude.

Thank you for the Swiss chocolate, and agreeing that Cadbury's is indeed awesome.

Thank you for taking the world's most hideous photos. Good job we have a sense of humour, boy!!

Thank you for braving the leech on your leg - you're a man now!

Thank you for putting up with talk of menstruation, contraception and nipples whilst trapped in a dorm with 3 women. Hahah!

Thank you for forgiving me for kicking you! And shouting at you!

Thank you for enjoying my orgasmic appreciation of wildlife.

Thank you for showing off your 'mini sarong'.

Thank you for the long chats whilst sweeping leaves at Eco Camp,

Thank you for using Laura as a human shield when Fikri scared you.

Thank you for your rebellious one man boat trip on the lake.

Thank you for beating me at darts at the last minute!!!! And of course, THAT darts photograph.

Thank you for your Manchester accent. Dirty Naughty Party.

Thank you for being kind and giving lovely hugs when we were feeling sad.

Thank you for single -handedly making me and Laura's trip so much more special than it would have been. You are one of the funniest, sweetest lads I have ever met - mate, it was a privilege.

The kindergartener are so lucky to have you. I can't wait to see you again, Mr Bachmann.