I tried and failed to get up early and get a head start on the day as per usual. Another Monday of yoga and housework followed by fart inducing duck and rice (it's the chilli peanuts that do it). We lay on the bed and watched Alice in Wonderland and then went out for Pad Thai but the guy's stall wasn't there, much put out we headed back in search of an open restaurant and settled for thin noodles instead.
After an excellent nights sleep I started the day with a run round the park but my efforts to bring the awareness of a yoga practice to my rounds in the park were fruitless, it was so difficult to keep my concentration. Back upstairs I followed the YJ video for back bends and twists and then finished off with extra stretches before dropping off the laundry at the little old Chinese couple opposite our apartment block and Djalma's work shirts for ironing with the lady at the end of our Soi. I stopped off for an enormous breakfast of hot basil chicken rice from the noodle-man before picking up some lunch stuff for Djalma at the little Tesco, filling up loads of water bottles then collecting the laundry and hanging it out upstairs. The effort of being a housewife for longer than five minutes knocked me out and I lay on the bed and re-watched Enlighten up, a documentary following one man's contact with yoga – it made a lot more sense having practised for a little longer. I headed out to my usual café for the air-conditioning and coffee frappe where I typed up the previous week.
I waited for Djalma to finish work and we had dinner together with a little beer before heading back home to relax.
Hooray for Wednesday! We didn't do much during the day, Djalma had a meeting and I did a spot of yoga before we met up with Jess and Jonny (who we travelled with for a month around Goa) for a long overdue and much anticipated catch-up. I was a over an hour late, getting a bus from Victory point was ridiculous and it wasn't that I got lost (for once!). We sat and talked and talked and talked, it felt so good to see them again and speak to a friend. Of course to fuel the talking we drank; beer and buckets and didn't get home until the wee hours of the morning having made plans to meet again on Friday.
Needless to say Thursday was spent in recovery, no yoga, no running, nothing at all strenuous.
And then...
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| From Bangkok, Thailand: Week Nine |
It was Friday. I managed a run before going out, which as far as I was concerned gave me free license to do whatever I wanted. Djalma and I got all dressed up and went out to meet Jess, Jonny and their Irish friend who had arrived the previous evening, Garrett. We had a couple of beers before getting some dinner and then some buckets. The evening flowed so smoothly it was great but just to give it that extra kick we decided to try a little Bangkok delicacy; crunchy insects. Cue a locust each, I managed a very dry crunchy leg but most people gave theirs straight to Djalma after a tentative lick or nibble. Did he turn them down? Of course not, instead we filmed them all going down the hatch. Delicious.
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| From Bangkok, Thailand: Week Nine |
We got in a taxi to Silom and after a couple of beers from the supermarket we treated ourselves to a ping pong show. Walking up some steps into a room with a stage taking up the middle we paid our entry fee, which also included a drink, and settled in to watch some very bored and rather tired looking (in every sense of the word) women move around one end of the stage talking to each other in their pants making a very half arsed attempt at some un-sexy gyrations and wobbling of assets. One lady with a bit more gumption and attitude then the rest hitched up her tiny skirt and got to work on her back. We watched as she blew a trumpet, I don't think you need telling which end did the blowing, and offered it round for us lucky people to have a blow. She then forcefully ejected darts from her muscular lady bits and popped several balloons a few feet away, it's worth a mention that there was a huge fat man sitting at directly in the firing line and all of us winced in anticipation when a dart came flying out but missed it's target, despite his sizeable bulk he never took a hit and then our performance artist, in between wheedling, cajoling and demanding a little something extra in her tip box, lay back down and proceeded to pop in and then pop out, little white ping pong balls in our direction. We were thoughtfully provided a table tennis bat and did our best to return the rather wet missiles to the stage. Our talented entertainer took a break and another woman came on stage and proceeded to slowly draw a chain with long dangling spikes from her nether regions, needless to say it made everyone wince and cross their legs whether they had the same set of genitalia or not.
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| From Bangkok, Thailand: Week Nine |
Leaving the tired mamas behind we went out in search of a club and got another taxi down town to a club Djalma had read about. After a fair bit of debate over the entrance fee we rolled in and proceeded to drink whisky and cokes and dance the rest of the night away. It was our first time inside a club since arriving in Bangkok, unbelievable given it's reputation for a party and the two months we'd been living in the city. It was so much fun, I don't remember the music being all that great but it was certainly good enough for a boogie. When we did leave the club it was full on day light, a very rude awakening, we put the guys into a taxi and sent them back to Kao San Road and we jumped into another one and headed back to Ratchprarop. A quick stop at 7-Eleven for a hot-dog and we were up the stairs (just) and in bed well after 6am.
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| From Bangkok, Thailand: Week Nine |
The guys stopped round very quickly on their way to the train station the following day, we were all feeling the pain, and then went on their way to Ko Pha-Ngan in anticipation of the imminent full moon party.
Sunday went by in a blur, Djalma worked, the computer cable gave up the ghost and the battery died, I lay on the bed for most of the day utterly bored and unwilling to do anything else. Friday night more than made up for a very lazy weekend.
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