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Published: December 17th 2011
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If I was to put this night into a simple equation it would look a little like this:
Raj + jet lag + 3 Samsong buckets in 3 hours = A night in Mission Hospital in Bangkok
I like to think there were more layers to this evening than this primary school algebra would suggest. More plots and sub plots. Unfortunately there weren't.
After showering and sinking a beer, the girls took me to Khao San Road. I can't quite explain the feeling you get when you get to the top of the road. I've been to many a bar street in my time, but nothing prepares you for this place. I think all the anticipation of being here and the warnings some friends decided to give me before the trip had me on edge. Then when the bars, flashing lights, stalls and general buzz came into view, it all became a bit overwhelming. I mean everyone knows I like to get crunked and bless the world with my shape-throwing, but this place was to me what a street made of Krispy Kremes to an obese kid would be.
We went to a bar the girls went
Enjoying the buckets
It all looks so innocent... to the night before. I can't (thankfully) remember what it was called but it was about 50m up on the right hand side. There was a big board outside with drinks offers and I think 2 buckets worked out about $5. The girls decided to share one and give me one myself. There was the first mistake. Samsong is a type of whiskey but I'd liken it to rocket fuel and the red bull here is a concentrated version of ours with about 3-4 cans squeezed into one. The writing was pretty much on the wall with this one, but again, not wanting to offend Hayley & Lisa I sank the bucket.
After the 2nd bucket I could see myself getting feisty. Not in a violent way, but in an incontrolable idiot way. Going out onto the street and dancing with randoms, playing with street kids and trying on their merchandise. After bucket 3 I was admittedly talking a bit too close to a ladyboy. I have this cringing flashback of me saying 'I'm into ladies right, but I just want you to know that you're attractive and someone is out there for you...' Thankfully he/she didn't punch me
Complete Fail
Note - Lisa's sympathetic approach. in the face and unfortunately seemed to warm to my kamikaze approach.
What happened next was a bit of a blur. Hayley wanted MacD's, I kicked up a fuss. Something standardly Raj like 'This night isn't over, we've got buckets to drink'. Next thing I know I'm picking up Lisa and trying to run with her. Apparently flip flops without grip will really show themselves up in situations like this. We went flying and not wanting to drop Lisa (I know - hero) I held on and we landed in a heap on the floor. I instantly had that pins and needles feeling in my shoulder I had when I dislocated my other one. I couldn't lift my right arm without being in excruciating pain and the alcohol in my blood seemed to prompt a mild form of hysteria. We waited for about 10 minutes for an ambulance then just jumped into a taxi.
The hospital was an even blurrier blur but I do remember the following things:
- being X-rayed.
- them insisting I go everywhere in a wheelchair.
- apologising every 30 secs to the staff and saying 'I hate those pissed people that cane the NHS at home. You have to believe me'.
- assuring them that my shoulder was dislocated no matter what the X-ray was showing.
- Hayley constantly snapping away with my camera which in hindsight was hilarious but in my state seemed to fuel the hysteria even more.
- turning round while the doctors were talking to me to see Lisa on her back on a bed doing what I can only describe as an impression of an overturned woodlouse.
- being injected with Morphine.
I've got to credit the doctors there. Considering I was just a drunk idiot who'd hurt himself they were very thorough and insanely sympathetic. The doctors put my arm in a sling and packed me some painkillers and put us in a cab back to the hotel. They told me to come back the day after for a check up. They were obviously suckers for punishment. We had a beer downstairs in the hotel and then hit the sack. I remember thinking 'I'm probably going to regret this in the morning'. Lights out.
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