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Published: April 16th 2007
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This really doesnt do any justice this was a really quiet road The journey here was interesting, a ferry from Samui to the main land, then a coach to a bus stop which we waited around at for over 4 hours. Then a mini bus to Phucket. They definitely have their seasons right here the rains started again, but it seriously came down this time lightning bolts every 30 seconds rains drops like golf balls and the loudest thunder I have heard. Then once again we are dropped miles from where we need to be and were forced to walk in this glorious weather the guitar had turned into a watering can with in minutes and our books, journals, photos etc were soaked through, and to make matters worse people were firing water pistols at us celebrating the new year with the water festival. we thought we had found refuge above happy bar and went in asking if they had rooms to which a fat asshole German stood up and asked 'can you not read English, (and pointed at a sign saying NO VACANCIES) I replied can you not diet, and Gary said something along the lines of smug c+*t (we had been traveling all day and were drenched)
We found a
HOOKER STREET
This is the main street at 6am what you can't see is the hookers still wondering around looking for work room but with only one bed again, we are doing this far to often but we settled for it as it was the cheapest around and really tidy. We headed out to watch Spurs play shocking in the first half to Seville, so called it a day; only to find out the second half was a lot better. on the way back to the main street we saw the exact scale of the water festival there were people every where with water guns buckets of freezing water hose pipes connected straight to the mains water pipes people on the backs of pick ups with huge bins full of water they were using to fill their buckets to unload on passers by, in the bars where we were every one had a pistol there were people rolling around on the floor, on the bars, on the stages, buckets being launched every where. It wasn’t long before Gary and I had equipped our selves with two huge water guns. And were joining in with the madness before we new it, it had turned 6 am and we were still out and about getting wet. The next morning we expected all the mayhem
to be finished and got a tuk tuk to another guest house which the lonely planet recommends but this didn’t go to plan as the driver didn’t have a clue and just drove down all the main streets, we couldn’t believe our eyes, there was more going on today there were traffic jams with pick ups just getting people the madness was far from over and me and Gary had ventured out right in the middle of it in a tuk tuk with no windows people were running up to the side throwing buckets of freezing water straight onto us hoses were pushed into the tuk and fired at our faces and belongings our things which had started to dry out were once again soaked Gary’s' phone stopped working, and there was nothing we could do.
Eventually the driver pulled over and asked us to walk up the road to the guest house. But my suspicions were true when the guest house wasn’t even there he had stitched us completely so we ended up back were we started but with a bigger bed to shear. and got straight out joining in with the fun threes something quite rewarding about walking
down the street and shooting people straight in the mouth with ice cold water their reactions are hilarious. We also targeted people who were not wet around there never never regions in order to make it look like they had an accident. Then the talcum powder came out down one road and it was in our mouths eyes ears every where the locals just run up shouting happy new year and hanging off you smothering your face with the stuff. I really am going on too much you have to see it to understand the scale but I couldn’t take the camera out as it would have been ruined. For any one with young kids they should definitely visit next year for the festival. The next night we tried an Irish bar called scruffy Murphy’s which had I live band playing covers and were really good everything from a Thai bloke singing bob Marley to oasis and blur then the call came is there a David here he is singing suspicious minds for you all shit I forgot about that, but I got to say it went down a storm thank you very much.
Tomorrow I am off on a visa run to Burma, which is a 27 hour bus trip just to go there and back, as my Thai visa runs out in 4 days and I don’t fancy a stint in the Bangkok Hilton, and its too deer in Malaysia to live so were spending as much time as possible before heading down to Singapore.
Back from Visa run today I’m alive though the boredom should have and nearly did kill me, I’m up at 5.45 am to make sure I get down to the pick up point on time which was 6.30am need ant have bothered as the mini bus casually rolled up at 7am, with only a few people on board which was a bonus as had a window seat tough not to admire the scenery just so don’t fall into people when I drift off which is embarrassing. But oh deer as we go more and more people are getting picked up until it is once again a sweat box journey, with me between two huge blokes and yes nodding off on both their shoulders. we finally arrived at the immigration center mucked about there for a good hour or so and got on the boat to some immigration office which was pretty much just a floating shack, then off to Burma where we cross borders get our passports stamped then get straight back on the boat not before the locals have tried selling you, as I remember it Viagra, opium, weed, cheap booze, even cheaper fags, flick knives, Burma coffee, a guided tour, you name, but we were all back on the boat in a flash, (so I missed out on my Viagra bugger) and heading back to the first immigration office again, is anyone lost yet? I spent the whole day being just that.
Until eventually I’m back at Phuket after a 27 hour round trip just for a few extra days in Thailand, apparently you used to give your passport to a local, and they would do this for you while you sip a cold beer by the sea. Why do times change I ask you?
The next day we left Thailand (only joking) we left for Phi Phi the islands where the beach was filmed.
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