SUNDAY 18TH JANUARY
We decided to go to Patong beach today, on a scooter. At first we were going to have one each, but this idea was thrown out after about two minutes. Louise got confused by the basket on the front of the bike, it didn't turn (like it does on a pushbike), when she turned the handlebars so she was in fear of her life from that point on. After a lot of tantrums I decide it would be best if we only had one bike.
We arrived at Patong beach around 12:00p.m. and were greeted by a town that could have been taken from any 18-30 destination in Europe, but reminded me 100% of Ibiza. Welcome to chav central. Not only was there a major fast food company every other business, there were tattooists everywhere, and all the gypo gold you could want. We spent most of the day looking around in shops, to see if we could get anything at a half decent price. The only thing we managed to get was a dress for Louise, which was still overpriced.
I spotted a pub that sold proper pints, in proper pint glasses, so we treated ourselves to a couple, and the biggest basket of onion rings ever! Also saw the best Carlos Valderrama lookalike in the history of the world.
The evening I went for a pool competition at a bar back in Karon, and was told I was 24hours early. There wasn't much else doing really. In the morning we're going to Big C, which is like Big W or Walmart, to get Louise a swimming costume. What a waste of a morning that'll be.
MONDAY 19TH JANUARY
Went to Big C and Tesco Lotus. It took us the best part of two hours to find the place. It's supposed to be one of the easiest places to find on the whole island. We didn't find Louise a swimming costume either. Told you it would be a waste of time.
I spent most of the day catching up on this blog. Louise, in the meantime, was sat by a 4* hotel pool getting a tan.
In the evening I went in the pool competition, this time on the right day. I was drawn against the only player in it that was any good. The draw was made while I was in the toilet. Very convinient. It seems like the owner didn't want to have a youngster show up his regulars. I'm not Ronnie O'Sullivan, but after playing in the first match, and losing, I then had to watch six of the worst players ever. I mean they were proper shit. The bloke that beat me won it, but that's of scant consolation to me.
TUESDAY 20TH JANUARY
I again spent most of the day on the interweb, I was trying to find out why skype won't credit me for a voucher I got free with one of their headsets, but to no avail so far. Louise sneeked in to the 4* hotel again with a couple of girls she had met.
In the evening we went to the night market. It was more like the fair at home. It had hook-a-duck, a dart/balloon game, that game where you have to throw a ball at a target to make the pretty lady(boy) fall in the water and the hupla game. This was nigh on impossible as the rings were the same as the little rubber ones you used to have in P.E. and you had to get them over a free standing bottle of whisky. FIX.
At another market I got some new trainers for £12(I've just found out how to enter the pound sign on computers with no designated key. You have to type in £ in HTML language. It's only taken me 10 weeks.). I was a bit pissed cos I got a similar pair in Saigon for £7(Look, twice in one paragraph.).
I went back to the guesthouse at around 11:00p.m. and Obama's inauguration was on every channel. I only wanted to see Springsteen but I think he'd already been on. I did see Aretha Franklin though and she was quite good. Went to bed. We're going to Malaysia at 07:30a.m. and it's more than a 12 hour bus ride.
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