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Published: August 8th 2007
Tele - Fish - in..
Better than Richard & Judy anytime
So,the next day at Mai Pen Rai, 30 people tried & indeed succeded in squeezing themselves plus all their belongings into one pick-up truck, to trail up & over the precariously steep track to civilisation. This meant that small children and simians were to be left on the beach abandoned, as the big humans were desperate to reach one of those magnificent magic machines that print out money. They cannot use that plastic card in the resort and require real money, which is great for an adventure out again. After scaring us little people for a while - thinking we were abandoned here forever with no cash, a Ras Thai Fairian drove another cool truck around the corner and we all breathed a great sigh of relief -then we all piled in. We had a convoy! never had a race like this before whoooaaah baby!
The plan was - when we reached civilisation, ie. a place called 7/11 about half an hour away, the folk who wanted to go south to Haad Rin would jump truck and flag a taxi to the afore mentioned, while the others remained in the wagon to the regular destination, the port at
Mum and Dad were with Christina (beautiful and intelligent engineer who worked in Germany but born exotic Italian) and Uncle Iain (the blonde curly haired blue eyed Scot who was a para gardener or something). He was very sweet altho' still confused, me thinks. Anyway, after a few waters at pit stop 7/11, Dad waved down a taxi truck & we headed onto Haad Rin. Bad press for its party reputation The Full Moon Do can see over ten thousand neon painted party people getting absolutely wankered for about 36 hours. The clean-up operation had gone well though, hard to believe that 3 days previously there was a real shin dig here. The sand was as soft as the bottoms we were glancing at as we walked by - Iain and Dad made simian grunting noises and sang an old Stranglers song about walking on the beach and Mum said something about her being peachy some 20 years before. Us boys did not listen but had a plan in mind. . . . to try and retrace Uncle Iains 2 days of oblivion.
We started off in a choice bar/hotel by the
A seasoned sophisticate of the highest order.
beach, the Patina Lodge. Great spot to while away a little time people watching. Initially looking out for a tall dark English girl that Uncle Iain had met at the Full Moon bash, despite spending the best part of the two days with her, it seemed she had no name. After a few minutes of lamenting the abscence of the dusky beauty, Iain could not resist spotting the bevvy of beauties to the left, right, along the beach, in the sea frolicking over the choppy surf - well everywhere in fact! He suddenly became rather coy and beckoned to Mum to use her female pimping skills whereupon she trotted off to a peachy topless Swedish type in the distance adorning what appeared to be a cheese cutter (the humans call them thongs)and not much else! Mum returned and explained to Uncle Iain that he was allowed to investigate the Nordic beauty and say hello.... that was most amusing, as Dad whipped out his videocam to film the wandering lothario, with left hand in his Thai fishermans trousers - saunter most casually to the blonde beauty. After a matter of time he meandered back to us and his Singha whereupon he
On The Prowl. . .
Here we can see the male of the species homing in on a potential mate. Fascinating to watch these creatures in their natural habitat.
obviously had gained some macho confidence and proceeded to do the same to a whole selection of girlies - some were brunette, blonde, strawberry blonde, students, air hostesses and the like... he even managed a couple of email addresses! Well the couple of hours on the silky sand of Haad Rin beach were well spent. The boys were satiated with their fill of beautiful women although they summised the following much to Mums, delight: The more gorgeous the girlie, the more boring she is. Dad made a joke about Mum not having to worry as she was very interesting and amusing although she did not laugh.
All too soon it was time to make our way back. We needed a taxi truck back up to Thong Sala to hook up with a ride back across the island at 4 o'clock. Uncle Iains last hit of the day was a very foxy chick indeed from England called Emma. Very bright & bubbly, living in Haad Rin for a few weeks, seeming to know what was what there. Although a very brief encounter, Iain decided this was the girl he was next to marry. Decided to return the
Tele - Fish - in..
Better than Richard & Judy anytime
next day to hunt for Emma.
Then the humans then decided to do something most strange...they ventured back to Thong Sala area to search for a "Telefishin" bar. Last year when I came here and the year before, we found a dumpy little bar opposite the port where they had an old T.V . that had the innards removed, a fish tank placed inside, with goldfish in it. Hence the name Tele-fish-in. Unfortunately the T.V. and the fish had gone and the rickety chairs and tables were replaced by a plush Thai Ikea furniture. Very nice and clean but I liked hanging out with the Minor birds who were in a mucky old cage next to the kitchen and leaky toilet. I guess boring old health and safety guys wind their way to small islands in Thailand also and de-characterise all the quaint cooky places - its a global thing but most boring!
The humans then went to a jewellery shop and bought a couple of rings from a very nice tiny Thai lady who had a London born hubby and had just had the most enormous cute baby. They then walked across
Same shit, different day!
the way and bought three orange sarongs for the "ceremony". Little did I know what was ahead!
Good afternoon for now....
Mr M :-x
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