WHAT HAPPENS IN THAILAND STAYS IN THAILAND.

krabi

wong kar wai-pantene hair advertisement moments on the tarmac. the flight with no rules. 'casually' necking breezers on a frighteningly windy tuk tuk ride. dinner at an italian restaurant, leaving love notes for the owner. slipping on the super slippery rugs in the room. freaky toilets and creaky beds. the crazy WILDBOY on man vs. wild. leaving the *** in the **** (shh. don't tell) lovely american breakfast at an artsy cafe down the stretch. watching the last samurai dvd in our private minivan: no mind.

koh lanta

long walks by the neverending beach. sieving through and picking washed up seashells. photographs of me jumping in the air. fighting like samurais with umbrellas and racing along the shore - whilst giggling like silly schoolgirls - back to the resort. sitting and freezing our asses off in the un-warm jacuzzi. ordering/eating in in the on-off rain, the wonderfully in-depth conversation in our villa. whiny noises in my sleep.

our hour long elephant ride on jumbo and lucy. the video about following the trail of shit, hansel & gretel-esque. hobbit man's (HB) overly enthusiastic photography (he took videos instead of photos). the old school torch hanging from our necks (you gotta twist the wires to get light). climbing up a mountain with gushing fresh water fountains and steep algae-covered rocks IN MY FLIP FLOPS! clinging onto anything and everything. MR MAN, posing with an iguana in our hands. eek.


climbing up & down scarily shaky ladders in the caves. slipping & sliding on the muddy floor, making my way down titanic slopes spiderman-style: but backwards, on all fours.

"just swing your leg across this rock to the next! just do it, don't think!" - shanee!!

precariously inching our way across a two-pole bridge (flimsy rope inclusive) with a drop that would most certainly ensure death. shimmying our way through impossibly tight spots

"do you think i'm pamela anderson!!?" - quek.

crawling through a claustrophobically tiny hole ("OH. MY. GOD. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING." - quek.) to exit the cave [which fyi is filled with bats]. mr man smashing the torch into my eye, my lens popping out. trekking down the mountain half-blind, completely mudcaked and covered in mozzie bites.

note: sorry for the elaborate attention to details. this is by far the craziest thing i've done in my 20 years of existence, with the exception of hk. (trust me, it takes the cake)


yelling like lunatics and running helter skelter into the ocean fully clothed, washing the mud off ourselves. lying on the shore in various states of undress, letting the waves gently wash over us. scrubbing our bodies with sand. read: natural exfolient.


bangkok

snap twisting (quek cheats!) a thai massage and our screams bourne of agony. our extravagant steamboat feast and guessing the price (whoever loses buys ice cream). girly girl shopping. my panic-attack; getting lost in suan lum market resulting in the aunty way of bargaining for shoes. making friends/exchanging contacts with the stall owners--

"we're students, no money!"
"i'm a student too, and i have two children!"
*pause then shove* "you're lying! you don't have two children!!"

--who fell in love while studying a summer course at st martins/working as a waiter in uk. falling asleep with the blinds undrawn. unaffordable shopping at siam-something: "let's leave before i get depressed." - me. watching "the invasion" and our subsequent 'invasion' faces: "if there's ever an invasion, you (two) will be the first to die!" - me.

creating the coolest diy salad, ditching bed supper club (all for one, one for all) for a night in with delish roadside noodles and ultra-gory "apocalypto" for company.

chatuchak. "mummy i want an ice lolly!" x3. falling in love with adorable attention-seeking puppies. mbk bra madness. platinum mall-mr handbag shop navigation - i'm SO bad with directions it's unbelievable (the other two were afraid to let me out of their sight). the gorgeous german restaurant with it's own little like, country - very marches. "because i said so" whilst binge-eating on salad and chips.

and so, that concludes our one week of complete and utter madness in thailand. if i remember any other juicy tidbits, i will edit this. sweetie/babylamb: if you have anything to add, let me know!

(fyi: only you two can call me cupcake!)

this took an inordinate amount of time to churn out, mostly because i truly didn't know where or how to start. there were simply too many wonderful memories to attempt putting into words. this is the best that i could do, i even skipped the little black book and came straight to blog, typing's easier.

p/s: you two rock my socks! (waking up was never this much fun, or insanely chirpy!) you made this holiday one of the greatest experiences, ever. i couldn't have asked for better travelling companions on my virgin (no-mother-around) journey. thanks for all the laughs, late night conversations in which i feel we truly got to understand each other, the comfort and empathy you offered freely to aid my healing process and just, everything. i love you.

love me.