Brekkie in the rain – STILL chucking it down and has been all night. Hotel is coping well only a few footpaths are flooded, but there is a big queue for brekkie, which we had separately from Hym0rs and Fi as there was no movement from them earlier and we went our separate ways. We decided that it would be a good idea, given that the weather was bobbins to go into the main bit of Hua-Hin so the girls could get a 2 hour massage and the guys could a) get on the net, b) get a BK, c) get a beer and d) get some pool in! Well, we got a tuk-tuk, and this footage shows just how bad the floods were!!! Totally amazing!
[flood footage to follow!!!]
The tuk-tuk had to give up as there was a 3 foot deep puddle in the middle of the road, so we had to transfer to a pick up truck to get through to the massage parlour. Only problem was, the driver didn’t really get our destination and dropped us off in the Sofitel (another hotel) which was on the opposite side of the road. Problem. Neither of the girls were in the least bit tempted by wading through 2 feet of rain water and possible sewage, so in steps Mr Hym0rs to give the ladies a collie-buckie over the road. Obviously I would have assisted but my old war wound from the Sudan was playing up at that time, much to Burn’s disgust.
2 hours later and we’d surfed the net, Campbell ended the pool challenge 6-4 up, on the worst table ever it has to be said and packed away a cheeky Double Whopper (Hym0rs) and a Western Bacon Che (half coke, half diet coke) (Campbell). Burn and Curtis had a great massage though it was a fully clothed one, I’m sure they will be back there, Burn to work on her shoulders no doubt. The T-in-the-Park hats were on, so the guys were looking dapper in the rain. Maybe trainers weren’t the best move for Mr Hym0rs, that’s them goosed for a wee while, so he’s wearing my slip on brown numbers.
A cheeky stop off at the 7-eleven on the way back for muchos beer and Spy Wine Coolers was in order as we had booked up for a buffet in the evening in the hotel, there is no way I’m back to the centre with the weather like it is. Bonanza discovery on the way back though! We found the Table Tennis Table, stuck in a nook in the back of the hotel layout. Let the king of the spin commence his rain (get it?).
The buffet dinner was sufficient, some Chang were supped on (6.4% local beer and sponsors of Everton last season by the way). Girls were on the pineapple juices, until we got back to the room – time to teach (or in Hym0rs case, to re-teach) the rules of Texas Holdem to the gang and get the game going. Turns out that we all had sufficient change to come up with a fiver of spondoolics to get the game going. Here’s some footage of the event, which was supplemented by more Chang, some Spy Wine Coolers and music courtesy of the Laptop:
We got the local oompa-loompa to take this pic.Next Slater Menswear catalogue model?Okay, maybe not then.The saying of the holiday so far has to be that someone has ‘A face like an Angry Veruca’ ß Take not Mr Cockburn. Here are our examples of what an Angry Veruca looks like, taken after a good few ales, but I think you will find these to be as accurate as you can get:
The itchy veruca?The scratchy veruca?
Karate veruca.
And what the hell is that?
Mr Hym0rs was the surprise victor at Kerdz, both Burn and Campbell lost all of their £5 stakes and with Curtis coming out roughly even, that meant that Mr Hym0rs paid for the taxi and the smoked sausage supper with a cheeky Thai Mushroom, on the way home, with his £10 win. Note – that this would never happen back home, the weather was obviously getting to me.
Big thumbs up for the winnings.
Nae need for that though.