Full of enthusiasm after getting our hut, we decided to move to a room that was closer to the 'action'. We moved into a place half the price of the previous love shack, it was 5 feet from the loudest place on on the island the Reggae bar. This isn't any old Reggae bar, there is a Thai boxing ring in the middle, if you want to have a fight, they give you a 'free' bucket of alcohol. The contents of the bucket are questionable, there is some home made rum / vodka / whisky. I used '\' as I'm pretty sure it is the same thing but the bottle has a different label on it. All the buckets are 4 star unleaded and can run most cars or Tuktuks. As soon as we had put our bags into the room it was that time of the day where we have a little 30 minutes chill time. This is the travelling equivalent of a board room meeting. We use this time to create a plan for the day, we decidede, more food was a good idea, then a cheeky beach session, then a siesta then on the buckets for a night of madness. Tomorrow we would head to Koh Tao, an island famed for its blue water and diving areas. It would mean a boat ride, a taxi ride, then an overnight boat ride to the island.
In the meantime that sea wasn't going to swim itself. A quick walk and we arrived on white sands, tanned bums, and douchbags. Unfortunately, the sea was pretty crap, the sand under the water was brown with something resembling algae, and I'm pretty sure there was sewage floating about in it. In the words of me, it was 'honking'. We decided to go and see the island from the viewpoint, it was about 800 steps and a kilometre walk, luckily it was only 32 degrees c and 100% humidity. Sameep and I lost about 3 litres of water through sweat. It was worth it though, the view was amazing.
After our epic walk I decided to have the siesta and surf the internet for a bit, while Sameep went off to find somewhere to get a lighter. No sooner had I typed in "www.hotasians.com" had he returned with two Australian girls we had met back in Patong. We arranged to meet up later in the Reggae bar and have a bucket or two.
Later in the evening Sameep and I had another meal to prepare our stomachs for what was going to be a long night, we grabbed a ring side seat at the Reggae bar, and started talking to Felix an Austrian mountain with a cheeky grin. He wanted to fight. We decided to be his managers / photographers / trainers. He was paraded about and a suitable contender raised his hand up. IT WAS ON !!!! Felix fought like a bear, a bear with a sock in his mouth (an Austrian gum shield ?) unfortunately it wasn't enough and the blind referee decided his opponent was the winner based on points.
In the meantime that sea wasn't going to swim itself. A quick walk and we arrived on white sands, tanned bums, and douchbags. Unfortunately, the sea was pretty crap, the sand under the water was brown with something resembling algae, and I'm pretty sure there was sewage floating about in it. In the words of me, it was 'honking'. We decided to go and see the island from the viewpoint, it was about 800 steps and a kilometre walk, luckily it was only 32 degrees c and 100% humidity. Sameep and I lost about 3 litres of water through sweat. It was worth it though, the view was amazing.
After our epic walk I decided to have the siesta and surf the internet for a bit, while Sameep went off to find somewhere to get a lighter. No sooner had I typed in "www.hotasians.com" had he returned with two Australian girls we had met back in Patong. We arranged to meet up later in the Reggae bar and have a bucket or two.
Later in the evening Sameep and I had another meal to prepare our stomachs for what was going to be a long night, we grabbed a ring side seat at the Reggae bar, and started talking to Felix an Austrian mountain with a cheeky grin. He wanted to fight. We decided to be his managers / photographers / trainers. He was paraded about and a suitable contender raised his hand up. IT WAS ON !!!! Felix fought like a bear, a bear with a sock in his mouth (an Austrian gum shield ?) unfortunately it wasn't enough and the blind referee decided his opponent was the winner based on points.
Now this is where the shit got real. The Australians turned up and started on the buckets. After a short while a skinny tart was parading herself in the ring and was looking for someone to fight. 'M' one of the girls started contemplating taking her on. As British gentlemen we egged her on and told her to gouge her eyes out and kick her in the ovaries. She agreed.... IT WAS ON. I would describe the fight, but it would take less time if you googled "Hurricane Katrina". The whole thing is on video, and uploaded to Youtube, Click here
After the excitement of the fight / assault, we went to the beach to do some fire rope skipping. I owned it, and was skipping away like a pro, they kept speeding it up and eventually the seering hot rope slapped my ankle and I called it a day. What a day.
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