Sunday morning. A long read. If you want the "fun stuff", you can skip the prolouge.
It's sunday morning, and I've been up since dawn, roughly. The presence of a slight hangover is felt, mainly in my stomach regions, but it was well worth it. I'll come back to that in a bit. Sitting around on our resorts deck in the early morning hours is quite peaceful. At first I just sat there, still a bit foggy in my mind from just waking up, listening to the waves break against the sandbags they have put there to stop the high tide from washing too much away. After a while though, listening to waves got quite boring, so I pulled out my music player from my pouch and put on some Grateful Dead - whom I am still listening to - and just quietly observed the ongoings around me and had a cigarette. There's something about early morning and late nights which I have always enjoyed.
Firstly, it's much more quiet. People have just woken up and you don't have the desire, nor do they, to delve into a hectic discussion about anything. A smile and a nod is enough, communication wise. I was watching a group of Swedes - except for their blond apperance, I did overhear them talking in swedish before I decided to block them out with some music - who was getting their bags, apperantly off to somewhere, or perhaps they just arrived, but the former seemed more likely to me. They ordered in some drinks, the two guys going for beers. Personally, I'm not a "beer-in-the-morning-kinda-guy", but hey, who am I to judge.
Secondly, when you're tired, I find that your thoughts take a different turn. In the day, usually you're thinking about what you're doing or what you're going to do next, but not so in the hours between dusk til' dawn. Unless you're stressed out, I guess. Been there, done that, sucky sucky.
Anyway, yesterday we stuck around with the swedish couple I told you about in my previous entry. We decided to part ways for a few hours and set up a meeting time, at 10PM at the cabaretshow. Around 6ish, me and Lisa went for an hour massage, her a footmassage, me a thai massage. I do like that thai massage! Feels really nice afterwards. My guess is that endorphines run crazy after a treatment like that, and Lisa usually comment on me looking really stoned afterwards. That's partly because I'm so relaxed, but also because when I get a massage, I like closing my eyes and drift away - a feat which can be quite a challenge, I might add, when they flop you around and crack your back - and when I do close my eyes, my contacts get stuck to my eyes and they turn really red until I manage to moisten them again.
After our lovely massage was over - we were both pleased - relaxed for half an hour or so, then took our bike to Sairee, a town on Koh Tao which we've hardly gone to so far. Actually, scratch the bike. We thought about taking the bike, then decided to take a cab instead. I didn't want to drive in the rain in the dark, and I didn't want to leave my bike in Sairee to go get it today. I don't drink and drive, you see, and I wanted to drink.
So, the cab dropped us off at Falango (as the restuarant was called) and in we went. The menu had quite a selection and they even had wine! Wine is a luxury here in Thailand, since it's all imported and therefor, quite expensive. Not wanting to blow our budget totally, I went with the housewine, 1 glass plus a caraff of half a litre. The choice of food was more difficult, as I couldn't decide if I wanted pizza or pasta.
My fiancee went with pasta, so I went with pizza, because they looked to god damn delicious. I made a special order of a Margarhita (just plain tomatosauce and cheese) and added olives, parma ham and fresh mozzarella.
The pizza was a friggin' cheeseoverkill! It was so effin' much cheese on there, I was awestruck. They had thrown 3 huge slabs of mozzarella on there. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a cheeselover and always add extra cheese on almost everything, but this was beyond even me. I did manage to eat slightly more than half the pizza, before I was stuffed. Too bad I didn't bring my camera - I didn't want to ruin it in the rain - because then I could show you how my knife and fork just sunk into the cheese.
Anyway, about 7dl of wine later (and a soda water for Lisa, her last day of pencillin was yesterday, so no drink) we were ready to head out into the rain. We ran to the cabaret show, and met up with Ali and Esra (as the swedish couple are named) and got a good seat, as it was almost empty.
The night starts, ladies and gentlemen, this is a transvestite cabaretshow!
We ordered in drink, Lisa some fruitshake, me a scotch on the rocks. The pizza was still gnarling away at my tummy. No more fat for me, I thought. I'm going thaifood the rest of the way! Fills me up in a way better way. However, as the alcohol kicked in and the music started, I soon forgot about my ailments.
The show itself consisted of males, dressed as females, with matching makeup - quite alot of makeup actually - performing different dance shows. One I found particularly funny. It was a obviously ugly shemale with twisted glasses, doing a strange dance to the songs. After a minute or so, he ripped out a long, rubber penis which he was wearing under his skirt and slapped Ali with it on his hand. I was laughing so hard I actually started crying. The guy then took Ali's hand and had him rest it on the rubberpenis for a second or so. More laughter.
The show was going to it's close and the man with the microphone asked us if we wanted another number. Naturally, we roared with enthusiasm. The guy started talking - I had a somewhat hard time of understanding him, he had this thaienglish gay lingo going - but I did hear the words "voulenteers from the audience". By reflex my hand shot up, and seconds later, I was on stage. Why I did this, I do not know. I think I was subconsiously knowing they were going to get the audience involved, and I wanted to have a good time. So, a shemale brought me backstage. Shortly thereafter 2 more brave dudes from the audience arrived, and we were dressed up.
They gave me a pair of pink, for want of a better word, harem pants, a small yellow brah and a blond wig, which along with my beard, made me look quite stupid, I might add. However, they didn't really give me the chance to look into the mirror, they just ushered me behind the stagecurtains, and put me on a pedestal. I was the first one to get there, soon joined by the two other guys. At this point, we didn't have a fuckin' clue what we just volountered for and this one guy asked us "Why the hell are we doing this?" I shrugged in return, not really having an answer to that question.
A thai shemale appeared and told us what was about to be going down. We were going to be the lead dancers to the tune of YMCA, with all the approriate hand and arm gestures. The thai's would work as background dancers. Cool, I remember thinking before the tune started and the curtains pulled away. Standing on the stage, we had maybe 40 or more people watching us on both sides. I caught the eye of Lisa. Since I had reacted instinctively, I hadn't discussed my course of actions with her beforehand. She's getting used to my sometimes spontaneous acts though, so she just looked pretty damn amused. This pumped me up even more, and being in the groove from watching 90 minutes of shemales dancing around, I made a quick decision to dance the hell out of the song. So I did. I did all the moves, shook my booty at the audience and me and the guy next to me (another falang, foreigner, traveller) even did a little, quite harmless, dirty dancing with each other.
As the tune was drawing to it's close, I was exhausted, with all my jumping around, arms pumping, legs moving, booty shakin' madness. I was the first to be handed the microphone and the thaienglish gay lingo dude asked me where I was from etc. I told him where I was from, said that I was having a good time and hoped everyone else was as well. I said a few other things. I was abit to pumped up to remember them all, but I do remember explaining to the audience that I had to go off stage, get my clothes on and have a deathstick (a marlboro).
And I did. I got my clothes on and sat down with Lisa, Ali and Esra again. Apperantly, they took quite a few pictures and Lisa even made a filmclip of me doin' the YMCA. So, this event will be with me all my life I guess. This is a good thing! Now, you must think, as I would, that I was totally hammered. This is not the case. I was quite buzzed, but in no way drunk. I haven't been drunk since my second day in Bangkok, actually.
Lisa being quite tired (it was almost midnight) and me being both tired and exhausted, we decided to grab a cab back to our bungalow and call it a night. We exchanged numbers with our newfound friends, and decided we'd probably meet up the day after (today). Then we got a cab. 150bhat per person he wanted. Usually I negotiate the price down, but being tired, a little buzzed, and really wanting a bed, I figured, since it was both late, dark and wet, it would be worth the total of 6 bucks (60 kr) to get home. So we said yes, jumped on the back of his truck and went home. Then we hugged each other and went straight to bed, both falling asleep right away. At least I did, and Lisa usually does, so I assume she did last night as well. She's still sleeping, you see. I woke up, really needing to go to the bathroom for some urinal relief, and noticed it was dawn. I figured I probably wouldn't go back to sleep anyway, so I stayed up.
That was last night. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed experiencing it, but I really doubt you can. It was amazing fun, one of those other spontaneous days that just happens. We were going to go snorkling, and instead this happened! Not having any plans is such a nice feeling, and makes every experience more rewarding.
Anyway, I've been sitting here long enough. It's time for me to refill my nicotine supplies and maybe have breakfast and a bikeride to get a newspaper. I don't usually read newspapers, but I want to see what's going on in Cambodja and Laos, as we're going there fairly soon. Probably leaving for Bangkok, then to Chiang Mai, in 2 days or so. Probably. We have no plans.
See you.
Simon, not really hungover anymore. That's why you should drink in moderation! I've learnt this, after almost 9 years, haha.
Firstly, it's much more quiet. People have just woken up and you don't have the desire, nor do they, to delve into a hectic discussion about anything. A smile and a nod is enough, communication wise. I was watching a group of Swedes - except for their blond apperance, I did overhear them talking in swedish before I decided to block them out with some music - who was getting their bags, apperantly off to somewhere, or perhaps they just arrived, but the former seemed more likely to me. They ordered in some drinks, the two guys going for beers. Personally, I'm not a "beer-in-the-morning-kinda-guy", but hey, who am I to judge.
Secondly, when you're tired, I find that your thoughts take a different turn. In the day, usually you're thinking about what you're doing or what you're going to do next, but not so in the hours between dusk til' dawn. Unless you're stressed out, I guess. Been there, done that, sucky sucky.
Anyway, yesterday we stuck around with the swedish couple I told you about in my previous entry. We decided to part ways for a few hours and set up a meeting time, at 10PM at the cabaretshow. Around 6ish, me and Lisa went for an hour massage, her a footmassage, me a thai massage. I do like that thai massage! Feels really nice afterwards. My guess is that endorphines run crazy after a treatment like that, and Lisa usually comment on me looking really stoned afterwards. That's partly because I'm so relaxed, but also because when I get a massage, I like closing my eyes and drift away - a feat which can be quite a challenge, I might add, when they flop you around and crack your back - and when I do close my eyes, my contacts get stuck to my eyes and they turn really red until I manage to moisten them again.
After our lovely massage was over - we were both pleased - relaxed for half an hour or so, then took our bike to Sairee, a town on Koh Tao which we've hardly gone to so far. Actually, scratch the bike. We thought about taking the bike, then decided to take a cab instead. I didn't want to drive in the rain in the dark, and I didn't want to leave my bike in Sairee to go get it today. I don't drink and drive, you see, and I wanted to drink.
So, the cab dropped us off at Falango (as the restuarant was called) and in we went. The menu had quite a selection and they even had wine! Wine is a luxury here in Thailand, since it's all imported and therefor, quite expensive. Not wanting to blow our budget totally, I went with the housewine, 1 glass plus a caraff of half a litre. The choice of food was more difficult, as I couldn't decide if I wanted pizza or pasta.
My fiancee went with pasta, so I went with pizza, because they looked to god damn delicious. I made a special order of a Margarhita (just plain tomatosauce and cheese) and added olives, parma ham and fresh mozzarella.
The pizza was a friggin' cheeseoverkill! It was so effin' much cheese on there, I was awestruck. They had thrown 3 huge slabs of mozzarella on there. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a cheeselover and always add extra cheese on almost everything, but this was beyond even me. I did manage to eat slightly more than half the pizza, before I was stuffed. Too bad I didn't bring my camera - I didn't want to ruin it in the rain - because then I could show you how my knife and fork just sunk into the cheese.
Anyway, about 7dl of wine later (and a soda water for Lisa, her last day of pencillin was yesterday, so no drink) we were ready to head out into the rain. We ran to the cabaret show, and met up with Ali and Esra (as the swedish couple are named) and got a good seat, as it was almost empty.
The night starts, ladies and gentlemen, this is a transvestite cabaretshow!
We ordered in drink, Lisa some fruitshake, me a scotch on the rocks. The pizza was still gnarling away at my tummy. No more fat for me, I thought. I'm going thaifood the rest of the way! Fills me up in a way better way. However, as the alcohol kicked in and the music started, I soon forgot about my ailments.
The show itself consisted of males, dressed as females, with matching makeup - quite alot of makeup actually - performing different dance shows. One I found particularly funny. It was a obviously ugly shemale with twisted glasses, doing a strange dance to the songs. After a minute or so, he ripped out a long, rubber penis which he was wearing under his skirt and slapped Ali with it on his hand. I was laughing so hard I actually started crying. The guy then took Ali's hand and had him rest it on the rubberpenis for a second or so. More laughter.
The show was going to it's close and the man with the microphone asked us if we wanted another number. Naturally, we roared with enthusiasm. The guy started talking - I had a somewhat hard time of understanding him, he had this thaienglish gay lingo going - but I did hear the words "voulenteers from the audience". By reflex my hand shot up, and seconds later, I was on stage. Why I did this, I do not know. I think I was subconsiously knowing they were going to get the audience involved, and I wanted to have a good time. So, a shemale brought me backstage. Shortly thereafter 2 more brave dudes from the audience arrived, and we were dressed up.
They gave me a pair of pink, for want of a better word, harem pants, a small yellow brah and a blond wig, which along with my beard, made me look quite stupid, I might add. However, they didn't really give me the chance to look into the mirror, they just ushered me behind the stagecurtains, and put me on a pedestal. I was the first one to get there, soon joined by the two other guys. At this point, we didn't have a fuckin' clue what we just volountered for and this one guy asked us "Why the hell are we doing this?" I shrugged in return, not really having an answer to that question.
A thai shemale appeared and told us what was about to be going down. We were going to be the lead dancers to the tune of YMCA, with all the approriate hand and arm gestures. The thai's would work as background dancers. Cool, I remember thinking before the tune started and the curtains pulled away. Standing on the stage, we had maybe 40 or more people watching us on both sides. I caught the eye of Lisa. Since I had reacted instinctively, I hadn't discussed my course of actions with her beforehand. She's getting used to my sometimes spontaneous acts though, so she just looked pretty damn amused. This pumped me up even more, and being in the groove from watching 90 minutes of shemales dancing around, I made a quick decision to dance the hell out of the song. So I did. I did all the moves, shook my booty at the audience and me and the guy next to me (another falang, foreigner, traveller) even did a little, quite harmless, dirty dancing with each other.
As the tune was drawing to it's close, I was exhausted, with all my jumping around, arms pumping, legs moving, booty shakin' madness. I was the first to be handed the microphone and the thaienglish gay lingo dude asked me where I was from etc. I told him where I was from, said that I was having a good time and hoped everyone else was as well. I said a few other things. I was abit to pumped up to remember them all, but I do remember explaining to the audience that I had to go off stage, get my clothes on and have a deathstick (a marlboro).
And I did. I got my clothes on and sat down with Lisa, Ali and Esra again. Apperantly, they took quite a few pictures and Lisa even made a filmclip of me doin' the YMCA. So, this event will be with me all my life I guess. This is a good thing! Now, you must think, as I would, that I was totally hammered. This is not the case. I was quite buzzed, but in no way drunk. I haven't been drunk since my second day in Bangkok, actually.
Lisa being quite tired (it was almost midnight) and me being both tired and exhausted, we decided to grab a cab back to our bungalow and call it a night. We exchanged numbers with our newfound friends, and decided we'd probably meet up the day after (today). Then we got a cab. 150bhat per person he wanted. Usually I negotiate the price down, but being tired, a little buzzed, and really wanting a bed, I figured, since it was both late, dark and wet, it would be worth the total of 6 bucks (60 kr) to get home. So we said yes, jumped on the back of his truck and went home. Then we hugged each other and went straight to bed, both falling asleep right away. At least I did, and Lisa usually does, so I assume she did last night as well. She's still sleeping, you see. I woke up, really needing to go to the bathroom for some urinal relief, and noticed it was dawn. I figured I probably wouldn't go back to sleep anyway, so I stayed up.
That was last night. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed experiencing it, but I really doubt you can. It was amazing fun, one of those other spontaneous days that just happens. We were going to go snorkling, and instead this happened! Not having any plans is such a nice feeling, and makes every experience more rewarding.
Anyway, I've been sitting here long enough. It's time for me to refill my nicotine supplies and maybe have breakfast and a bikeride to get a newspaper. I don't usually read newspapers, but I want to see what's going on in Cambodja and Laos, as we're going there fairly soon. Probably leaving for Bangkok, then to Chiang Mai, in 2 days or so. Probably. We have no plans.
See you.
Simon, not really hungover anymore. That's why you should drink in moderation! I've learnt this, after almost 9 years, haha.
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