Thailand · 2009-02-06 12:12
It's about time for a real update, but like meeting up with an old acquaintance, sometimes it can be a bit awkward until you get going. Where to start? Quite a bit has happened in the last 4 months, not all of it really worthy of a separate entry in the old blog. I went on 2 holidays, my knee has finally healed over except for the occasional painful bump, things happen at work, friends do stuff, and all the other stuff that happens in a life...
Just after my last proper entry I went on a trip to Thailand with my mate Tim The Destroyer and his ex girlfriend. Emirates air had a special on - $700 return to Bangkok (or as we affectionately nicknamed it: "the kok"). Too good to pass up, so before I knew it I was coming out of the airport in Thailand, which actually was like walking into the fur of a wet dog; hot and humid and smelly.
Ko Samui wasn't that interesting, we only stayed there one night, but it was enough time for Tim to get his passport stolen after being out on the piss. What a pain in the arse.
There were also heaps of trannies in Ko Samui for some reason. It was weird, they were all dressed up like it was mardi gras or something.. not sure what they were doing. Others were not quite as dressed up: we were walking back down to the hotel and a deep voice attached to a miniskirt tried to call us over "for a talk"... uhh.. no. Also one came up to me as I was going to an internet cafe, did the whole shoulders back tits out thing and asked me if I wanted a "special" massage (in a scary deep voice).
Ko Samui airport did have the best mens toilet I've ever been to though, which is at least one saving grace. All the walls were one big fishtank.
I should say something about the massage in Thailand at this point. If you see a shop advertising massage place there's nothing dodgy about it, unlike Vietnam, where massage is basically a thinly veiled front for prostitution. For roughly AU$10, you can get a full body, hour long massage. It's addictive, it leaves you feeling a little light headed with a spring in your step, kinda like being a bit tipsy. The best ones have posters of yoga positions on the walls, wash your feet, and then stretch the hell out of muscles you didn't even know existed. I was getting massage every second day I was there. Back home this sort of thing costs about $100, so I'd never actually tried it. I think I can appreciate why one would pay that $100 now, though I won't.
I've got a few stories about this but I think I'll save them for another time.
All the photos from my trip to Thailand can be found here
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