Showing posts with label fruit shakes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fruit shakes. Show all posts

Monday, 30 November 2015

Day 156 - Storms brewing, both at sea and on land


This was before the night took a turn for the worst!

Day 156 - 26th November

It had been a heavy night - not with booze, but with a giant storm hitting the coastline and the area just metres from my hut. All night I was waiting for the roof to cave in from water damage but it didn't. Nevertheless, I didn't sleep well.

I continued with my work until Matt surfaced and then we commenced with our daily routine - chicken and rice, some pork and rice and then a fruit shake. By the time the film had finished (Enemy at the Gates) I was ready to burst. 

Matt went to the gym (crazy bastard) whilst I went back to work some more.

We had an afternoon swim before heading back up to our favourite spot in the Mynt Lounge. After a few beers, we were joined by a Londoner who told us about his experiences Quad Biking in Koh Samui, experiences that had resulted in him needing reconstruction surgery on his knee. He was still going to ride in a few months time when his year's recovery had finished. Fair play to him!

Joy on a roll! Matt on steroids I think!


The happy duo.

Later on, the other Matt rocked up and we had a few games of pool against the bar girls. When we lost I had to pay out a few hundred for their drinks (when will I ever learn) before me and the two Matt's headed to a few of the Go Go bars for a few drinks.

Aye, aye. There's trouble abrewing!

This is when my trouble started. We were drinking Samsong's rum and after two I was completely plastered. Matt had to bring me back on his bike, a favour I'm very grateful for.

I collapsed in my hut, unaware that my drink was laced with amphetamine! Lesson learned!

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Day 153 - More Writing, more Chicken and Rice and more Mynt Lounge


Love those raspberry shakes!

Day 153 - 23rd November

Yeah, the title says it all. More writing, more chicken and rice and more of the Mynt Lounge.

I'm not complaining, it's actually good fun to have this sort of routine. You wake up in a hut around 8am, it's dark until you flip the door and shutters open to see the sea. Then you get up and have breakfast whilst working and then take a little walk. A little more work until 5pm and then afterwards, you go out for a couple of plates of chicken and rice and a raspberry shake before moving on to the Mynt Lounge.

The moon doesn't even look real

I think for the first time travelling since Vietnam, I am chilling out in one place just enjoying the freedom and enjoying writing for long periods again.

Me and Matt are having a lot of laughs with the bar staff and locals who seem to be enjoying our company too. Even if they don't they are pretty convincing.

I went out in a Superman t-shirt and as I walked down the strip in it, random massage girls are shouting out that they want to massage me because I'm Superman. I don't know what comic books they've been reading but I'm more the Clark Kent (I'm a writer, crap hair cut and a bit of a dork) of the ego rather than a Man of Steel. But I'm happy to play up.

After leaving Matt in the Mynt Lounge with Joy at 2am, I had to run down the street to get away from the massage girls and ladyboys who were coming out into the street to get me. I'd love to say I'm exaggerating but I'm not. I nearly fell over twice.