I slept pretty well, as you can imagine, apart from one incident where Lewis was carried in to the room by two guys from the dorm above, he apparently had lost the ability to work the key / lock and had decided to fall asleep on the floor outside, lucky for him he was now a local hero, for waking up on another island, and the guys knew where he needed to be. After quietly putting him into his bunk the guys decided to have a nice loud chat in the middle of the dorm, it is worth noting that we were gaining new room mates all the time, and a couple were on a bed opposite, they looked chuffed to bits about the interruption to their sleep.
The morning came and went, and by noonish I was up and ready for food. Over in the hostel bar they do a good coffee and a natter, so we headed over there to check emails, skype, whatsapp, facebook etc, it is a busy bustling office of gossip, and exaggerated stories from the night before. Our new room mates consisted of two Oz girls one is more chatty than the other, the less chatty one is really hot young but hot, I shall call her Hot Sheila. The couple, Amy and Rob, Amy is a pretty'girl next door'. big eyes and loads of freckles (mum used to tell me that freckled were where the sun had kissed me, it is a nice way of saying she had failed to shade me from the cancerous UV rays) Amy regularly laughs at my attempt at humour so I'd marry her tomorrow if it wasn't for beefcake Rob, a man's man that I later find out doesn't do anything in small measures...you are having a bucket of alcohol he'll have two, you are having a 'shake' he'll smash three of them and a bucket. Good lad.
Luckily for us all, Amy is sensible and can carry a camera, knows when to stop drinking and can often be heard 'tutting' under her breath as Rob dribbles into his 4th bucket with a smile on his face.
During the extended board meeting we decided that a repeat of yesterday, while fun would cost a small fortune and is probably not too good for your body, so we opted to go to the Thai boxing fight that was being held just out of town about 20 mins walk from us. It was £3 for back row seats and the beer there wasn't pricey. We headed to the pool and spent the day being calm and catching some sun. Janita, a lone traveller from Holand had come to Koh Phangan, we had met her while having breakfast in Bangkok. From her story she was on a 'journey' like mine, getting away from 'life' to clear her head and have a break. She had decided to come to the full moon party and thanks to Sabina the landlady she was staying about 50 m down the road in another hostel for the night, so we had a new member of 'Team Hostel'
Throughout the day we ate a drank fluids preparing us for a quiet 'family night' watching a few people beat 50 shades of shit out of each other, starting with the kids section, kids as young as 15-16. It looks pretty hard core, but the ref was careful with the kids, more careful than with the adults later. Several matches passed, we all sat there and from time to time screamed, we were all deciding who would win during the pre fight prayers / meditation that all the fighters go through. This ritual consists of touching all the ropes, and giving thanks to each corner, thanking their trainers, Buddha and their family. I used a very technical method to predict the winner based on the Welsh flag and the colour of the fighters shorts with consideration given to the underdog factor. If everyone picked the mean looking guy in blue shorts, I picked red, if someone with green shorts appeared, I picked him. 50% of the time it worked all of the time, I felt like I was cheating with such a great 'system' so I didn't put money on the fights.
The final fight was the one that really stood out. An Israeli guy v a far smaller Thai lad. There must have been 3 (20kg) stone difference and about 3" (7.5cm) of height. The large Israeli population of Phangan's full moon party made a lot of noise, they were jumping up and down, waving flags, and grabbing the mic from the commentator to sing songs. They looked like they were having too much fun and for my Arab comrades I decided to back the smaller Thai guy. I saw one of these lads fight in Phi Phi and they may be small but they are nutters. The fight was a long one, the Israeli was clearly stronger, but less fit, the Thai lad was all over the place, a few punches looked like they'd have knocked out a 'normal' guy but the dopy skinny Thai lad was always back up and ready for the next barrage, then finally in what seemed like the 140th round, the Israeli just gave up. Litrerally, no blood, not even stumbling, he hadn't taken a punch in a while, he just signalled that he'd had enough. What a fanny. The Israeli crowd soon shut up and headed off to drown their sorrows by singing in someone's face and annoying other holidaymakers.
By now I was up for a crafty Shake or maybe a beer or two, so team 'Hostel' headed for the beach. And before long people were flaking out, calling it an early night, Janita and I made it to the Kangaroo bar, but I couldn't manage a Shake, in fact the beer I was drinking seemed to be a bit of a struggle. We talked for a while and before long we walked back to our hostels. Something in my belly wasn't quite right.
I published this without an important part of the evenings events being added. During the night, while I was asleep Hot Sheila came in totally ruined, off her trumpet on buckets of alcohol, and, during the night fell out of bed (top bunk), naked. She hit the floor like a sack of potatoes and decided to bend over in front of Rob in the dim light that made it through the ill fitting dorm door and try and pick up her shorts. I obviously engaged my 'go go gadget night vision', and managed to grab a few fleeting images for the 'bank' but before long she was back in bed. Instead of just going to sleep she stood up wobbling all over the place and tried to sort out her sheets. She was off her trolly. But the main thing was that most of us had an eyeful and went to sleep dreaming of naked Hot Sheilas.
Throughout the day we ate a drank fluids preparing us for a quiet 'family night' watching a few people beat 50 shades of shit out of each other, starting with the kids section, kids as young as 15-16. It looks pretty hard core, but the ref was careful with the kids, more careful than with the adults later. Several matches passed, we all sat there and from time to time screamed, we were all deciding who would win during the pre fight prayers / meditation that all the fighters go through. This ritual consists of touching all the ropes, and giving thanks to each corner, thanking their trainers, Buddha and their family. I used a very technical method to predict the winner based on the Welsh flag and the colour of the fighters shorts with consideration given to the underdog factor. If everyone picked the mean looking guy in blue shorts, I picked red, if someone with green shorts appeared, I picked him. 50% of the time it worked all of the time, I felt like I was cheating with such a great 'system' so I didn't put money on the fights.
The final fight was the one that really stood out. An Israeli guy v a far smaller Thai lad. There must have been 3 (20kg) stone difference and about 3" (7.5cm) of height. The large Israeli population of Phangan's full moon party made a lot of noise, they were jumping up and down, waving flags, and grabbing the mic from the commentator to sing songs. They looked like they were having too much fun and for my Arab comrades I decided to back the smaller Thai guy. I saw one of these lads fight in Phi Phi and they may be small but they are nutters. The fight was a long one, the Israeli was clearly stronger, but less fit, the Thai lad was all over the place, a few punches looked like they'd have knocked out a 'normal' guy but the dopy skinny Thai lad was always back up and ready for the next barrage, then finally in what seemed like the 140th round, the Israeli just gave up. Litrerally, no blood, not even stumbling, he hadn't taken a punch in a while, he just signalled that he'd had enough. What a fanny. The Israeli crowd soon shut up and headed off to drown their sorrows by singing in someone's face and annoying other holidaymakers.
By now I was up for a crafty Shake or maybe a beer or two, so team 'Hostel' headed for the beach. And before long people were flaking out, calling it an early night, Janita and I made it to the Kangaroo bar, but I couldn't manage a Shake, in fact the beer I was drinking seemed to be a bit of a struggle. We talked for a while and before long we walked back to our hostels. Something in my belly wasn't quite right.
I published this without an important part of the evenings events being added. During the night, while I was asleep Hot Sheila came in totally ruined, off her trumpet on buckets of alcohol, and, during the night fell out of bed (top bunk), naked. She hit the floor like a sack of potatoes and decided to bend over in front of Rob in the dim light that made it through the ill fitting dorm door and try and pick up her shorts. I obviously engaged my 'go go gadget night vision', and managed to grab a few fleeting images for the 'bank' but before long she was back in bed. Instead of just going to sleep she stood up wobbling all over the place and tried to sort out her sheets. She was off her trolly. But the main thing was that most of us had an eyeful and went to sleep dreaming of naked Hot Sheilas.
The annoyingly good looking Rob and Amy...Gits. (note the Roger Ramjet chin on Rob)
From 12:00 Mad Lewis McFlicknife, Amy, Rob, Sameep, Janita, someone.
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