The last week in Koh Chang was really surreal. We had all grown so tight and we knew that in less than 6 days it would all be over. No more staying up till 4am and singing Seven Nation Army whilst stomping our feet like drunken assholes, no more Jonathon Peaco, St Louis, Missouri, United States of America. No more Sid and his broken English (JAAHHHHHNNNIEEEE), no more pool volleyball, no more swims in the pool during breaks, no more swimming naked at 5am, no more 20bht ice cream cones and no more tuna sandwiches, no more post lesson Chang’s, no more kebab meat and chips smothered in garlic mayo. Most importantly of all no more Ting Tongs.