"Thailand stinks," says Barry, an English ex-pat who's lived here and loved it for six years.
"You'll walk down the street and go fwooar, what's that pong? It's the sewers leaking or someone's taken a dump in a bucket behind the shops."
"But the next step, it's frangipani on the breeze, or sizzling prawns over hot coals, fantastic!"
Barry is trying to sell my wife and I on a holiday club, but soon realises we're immune to his pitch and is just having a good natter about Koh Samui with us.
He describes the enterprising nature of the locals.
"There's a place I pass by regularly which has a sign - genuine antiques, made to order - sums it all up, really."
This is where the first world comes to holiday in the third world, taking advantage of the cheap local currency to vacation in relative luxury.
And why wouldn't you? It's warm and exotic, the food is fabulous, and everyone speaks English.