Licking Wounds
As the motorbike crash wounds were healing I started trying do undo some of the damage done. My first job was to repair my phone. This bloke below managed to salvage it for 1000bt:
Next was the bike. Here is a snapshot of the damage. You can see that the forks were caved in amongst a whole plethora of other problems. The whole thing is OK now and I got the bike back last Friday. However, I didn't drive it until I went to work on Tuesday - still shit scared you see!
Here's the other guy's number plate that I decided to keep as a souvenir. If the Thai police ever read this site I hope they now go and get the twat!
Walks
The week off work was unbelievably boring. I was so lonely. I actually managed to read 4 books. I went for tentative slow strolls around town. Here's a shot of the clock tower roundabout close to where my room is:
Look at this street. I am reminded of Brighton. This is a legacy of the historic Sino-Portuguese architecture abundant in Phuket Town.
The lads
Here we are on our end of the week session. From the left we have Mick (US), Derek (Can - who's also just had another little girl this week), Brett (US) and Bill (Can). I merely go along to provide some ethnic diversification.
This is a little later the same night. Here I am next to a massive plastic world cup with some sexy dancers behind me - canny!
The lasses
This is my friend Miaow. She treat me for dinner one night in an authentic Thai restaurant in Town. I was grateful for the company.
Here're the girls who look after the apartments. They were very helpful during my incapacity. They went and fetched medicine and food for me when I was in particularly acute pain. The best were the sleeping tablets. 'Gan' on the right drove me all over the Island on her day off! Thanks love!
This is mental Nicky dancing with the Katoeys down the infamous Bangla Road in Patong. Once this lass is out of her teaching tweed jacket and brogues, she mutates into some kind of PARTY ANIMAL. And I mean party in the same sense the Beasty Boys meant it! GO GIRL!
Ao Nang
On Sunday 25th July, one week after the crash, I headed to Ao Nang to meet Richard, Russel and Mike from Trang. We had a drunken two nights but it was great to catch up with old friends I have missed sorely. I bumped into Scott and his girlfriend from Phuket and they agreed to take me back in their car which was good.
I was at work last week and this weekend I spent Friday night in crazy Patong and Saturday with Maiow driving around the Island re-building my motorbike confidence. I finally got to Phuket's massive night market.
Tonight is Sunday 1st August and I'm off to meet a lass in Patong for a coffee. I treat myself today to a massive prawn salad followed by spag bol - nice. Maybe I'll get lucky tonight?????
Only 13 days to go until Old Trafford! Haway the lads!
Chokdee = good luck.
As the motorbike crash wounds were healing I started trying do undo some of the damage done. My first job was to repair my phone. This bloke below managed to salvage it for 1000bt:
Next was the bike. Here is a snapshot of the damage. You can see that the forks were caved in amongst a whole plethora of other problems. The whole thing is OK now and I got the bike back last Friday. However, I didn't drive it until I went to work on Tuesday - still shit scared you see!
Here's the other guy's number plate that I decided to keep as a souvenir. If the Thai police ever read this site I hope they now go and get the twat!
Walks
The week off work was unbelievably boring. I was so lonely. I actually managed to read 4 books. I went for tentative slow strolls around town. Here's a shot of the clock tower roundabout close to where my room is:
Look at this street. I am reminded of Brighton. This is a legacy of the historic Sino-Portuguese architecture abundant in Phuket Town.
The ladsHere we are on our end of the week session. From the left we have Mick (US), Derek (Can - who's also just had another little girl this week), Brett (US) and Bill (Can). I merely go along to provide some ethnic diversification.
This is a little later the same night. Here I am next to a massive plastic world cup with some sexy dancers behind me - canny!
The lasses
This is my friend Miaow. She treat me for dinner one night in an authentic Thai restaurant in Town. I was grateful for the company.
Here're the girls who look after the apartments. They were very helpful during my incapacity. They went and fetched medicine and food for me when I was in particularly acute pain. The best were the sleeping tablets. 'Gan' on the right drove me all over the Island on her day off! Thanks love!
This is mental Nicky dancing with the Katoeys down the infamous Bangla Road in Patong. Once this lass is out of her teaching tweed jacket and brogues, she mutates into some kind of PARTY ANIMAL. And I mean party in the same sense the Beasty Boys meant it! GO GIRL!
Ao NangOn Sunday 25th July, one week after the crash, I headed to Ao Nang to meet Richard, Russel and Mike from Trang. We had a drunken two nights but it was great to catch up with old friends I have missed sorely. I bumped into Scott and his girlfriend from Phuket and they agreed to take me back in their car which was good.
I was at work last week and this weekend I spent Friday night in crazy Patong and Saturday with Maiow driving around the Island re-building my motorbike confidence. I finally got to Phuket's massive night market.
Tonight is Sunday 1st August and I'm off to meet a lass in Patong for a coffee. I treat myself today to a massive prawn salad followed by spag bol - nice. Maybe I'll get lucky tonight?????
Only 13 days to go until Old Trafford! Haway the lads!
Chokdee = good luck.
"In Chinese tradition, the fifteenth day of the seventh month in the lunar calendar is called Ghost Day and the seventh month in general is regarded as the Ghost Month (鬼月), in which ghosts and spirits, including those of the deceased ancestors, come out from the lower realm"(wikipedia) This year its on 23/8/10. See a Buddhist monk for blessings if you have not done so. Better be safe than be sorry!
ReplyDelete"In Chinese tradition, the fifteenth day of the seventh month in the lunar calendar is called Ghost Day and the seventh month in general is regarded as the Ghost Month (鬼月), in which ghosts and spirits, including those of the deceased ancestors, come out from the lower realm"(wikipedia) See a Buddhist monk for blessings if you have not already done so. Better be safe than be sorry!
ReplyDeleteToo late for that. I think he'd be better off seeing a shrink!
ReplyDeleteA Shrink?! What that guy needs is an Exorcist!!
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