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Why hello there. Back once again for more chit chat about our little adventure. It's been a bit over a week since the last update and it's been a week of bites, bruises and burns. We have now called these the Killer B's! I will start by saying that I don't think my body has ever felt this tired. I can really respect the guys that do this for a living. There is such a science behind staying in shape and healthy whilst training. You really have to understand the body and it's demands. This is a huge learning curve for me as most of you who know me will know that diet has always been my week point. So I'm learning slowly about what my body likes and dislikes. I'm finding I can't stomach fatty foods right now which is a good thing I guess. I found this out from our trip to a very nice resturant called Sizzlers. It's mainly a steak house but i opted for the seafood platter. I could tell it was all deep fried and straight away it didn't settle. Whilst we were there James decided to randomly dribble. He said it was the melon he was eating was very juicy, I just think he is special. After our meal we needed shopping so we found a supermarket and soon realised that most products were a waitrose brand. The best part is that a pot of marmite was £7, just a normal size pot! It's so expensive for any western food out here. We did not buy it before you wonder. Returning home we found even more geko lizards in our place. We have adopted a family of them, also 2 toads that sit on our path most nights when we return back. There are about 4 different cats also that walk around. Need feeding though, bit on the skinny side.
Back at training the next day. Starting to settle into the way things are run and the way the trainers like you to do things. Each trainer has different styles that they prefer and will all teach you something a bit different from the other. There is one trainer here that is adopting the status of "the mad one". He also carries the stick from time to time. He will randomly just stare at you and start talking Thai like you understand him. He will then look quite angry and shout something at you, also in Thai. We have heard him shout "Leroy" so we also just call him Leroy....behind his back of course. He called James King Kong for reasons we do not know, but then we have also heard him call other people random names too. One in particular fella stands out the most in the lessons is a chap named Mr f***. The reason behind this is the fact he has a tattoo of the word f*** down the side of his stomach. So Dang has given him the name Mr f***. I don't think he will live that down for the rest of his stay. The trainers are real charachters and we are both starting to get a bond with some of them. Dangs other name is Mr Miyagui. So if you can just imagine the karate kid and Mr Miyagui, just put a bandana on him, loose the beard and give him a stick, then you have Dang. Short and mean, but amusing to watch.
Over the weekend, UFC 113 was on and we were watching it at Tonys on the Monday. So all weekend we hid away from anyone talking about it. Trying to avoid any conversations about it or anything about UFC for that matter. Not even looking on facebook over the weekend. Come Monday night we had survived the whole weekend without finding the results so we were quite happy. Get to Tonys and he has a BBQ going and the place is packed. You could hear the odd coversation of the event and we just tried to ignore them but most of the time it was loud mouth yanks that couldn't keep there gob shut, one idiot even stepped up to his buddies table and said something very loud that most people didn't want to hear before the fight had started on the TV. Let's put it this way, most of the American blokes we have seen so far are very loud and have a big ego attatched to them. I'm not saying that all the yanks out here are like that as we have met some nice ones. Some of the Aussie guys too have this big man syndrome too, walking around like a pea...cock! But we have met some real nice people too.
We knew that the Thursday muay thai session is followed by a run for the cool down. We just were not aware that this run was a 6k run! After 2 hours and 15 mins of training the last thing you want to do is run 6k. As we got back to camp Dang was still there waiting like an evil stick weilding hobbit that he is and told us to still do our 300 situps and 100 pressups. They are not getting any easier yet. Friday was just more of the same minus the running. Saturday morning was just more weights and cycling. We wanted to chill out so we hit the beach. We headed to Nai Harn beach once again as it has the best water and is more relaxed than the more touristy beaches. After swim I walked up to put something in the bins and I was approached by to American girls. The one girl wanted to just take a picture of my tattoo as she thought it was "sick". For those of you that don't know, I have a large tat of Jesus on the cross on my back. After for chatting for a while I found out they were on a year long trip doing a missionary course helping prostitutes and drug addicted women. It sounded like an awesome thing they were doing. Straight after I said goodbye to them I walked back to James and then we were both approched by to Asian ummmmm people. One looked like a women, but the other I'm sure was stashing mystery meat for sure. But he tried to look like a lady so points for effort I guess. Anyway, the odd thing was that the lady looking one wanted a picture with James and I. Hmmmm a bit random. I thought maybe they were trying to offer there services to us, but nope, just wanted a picture of the 2 real men on the beach at that point. So I felt like the most photographed man in the world and we headed for home. As we approched the main circle (roundabout) we had a police officer wave us down with some violent whistle blowing and unique waving techniques. Now I know I'm gonna get told off by a few of you for this but at that point in time I was not wearing my helmet as my forehead was burnt from the sun and my horrid helmet rubs right on the burn, so I risked it. Sure as anything, we get pulled. All I could look at whilst the officer was taking my details was the fact he was packing heat (carrying a gun) and I wanted to touch it like an excited kid. Anyway, he gave me the papers and told us to head to the cop shop around the corner. I knew I was fined I just didn't know how much. So I was pooping my pants a bit. It ended up being a huge £6. Lesson learnt though and now I always wear my helmet.
That night we headed down to the big shopping center for food and to watch Robin Hood. We had pizza before as we both craved some fat in our system. But once again, fatty foods did not sit well. Fatty foods 1-0 Stu. I will win soon. Sunday we popped down to the local bay and had a look around. A lot of boats and a long pier. Fairly standard as bays go but was nice to see some traditonal Thai fishing boats. We got offered massages about 3 times from the same group of ladies everytime we walked past. It's like a pack of animals, once one sais something then they all start, it's real amusing.
Back to the start of the week, both biten to snot and a rash that James had grew over the weekend from a bite, he had enough and bought something to help. It's Silver Special Sauce I call it but it does the trick and has worked wonders on his bites. It's called something with the word Silver in it. I reckon it could cure global warming. The evening session had arrived and we were distraught at what we were seeing....Dang has a new stick. This can not be described as a stick bit more like a broom stick handle or a wepon of mass destruction. It's crazy, I really hope I don't get hit with that log. Again we worked on our Muay Thai technique and cardio. I'm finding it a bit easier now and picking up they way they throw there kicks and knees. The thing I'm struggling with is not throwing any side kicks or hook kicks. I love these kicks back home and I know they work for me in the way I spar. Here in the other hand i am trying to re-invent the way I fight but still using what works for me but without 2 of my favourite kicks. In a fight they told me I can use whatever I want, that's a huge bonus for me as then I feel I have more freedom to fight my way. We have been training 2 sessions a day this week and you can tell the difference for sure, mentally and physically. I will be led down chilling at home, all relaxed and falling in to a state of sleep when all of a sudden my body will think i'm hitting the pads and my knee will jerk like it's actually hitting something. It's the most bizarre thing. James also has thrown random punches into thin air whilst trying to sleep. We thought we would treat our bodies for all the hard work and go and enjoy a Swensens Ice Cream. I had what was called an African Brownie. It was a tower of pure chocolate heaven to be honest. James had some British one, but my African Brownie stood tall and over shadowed his. I think my body had enjoyed every bite of that.
Right, there is a morning session called Body Fit at 8am every morning, it's run by an American chap called Randy. He must be in his late 30's early 40's but he is in stupidly good shape. It is basiclly an hour of intense full body work. Mainly working on core strength and conditioning. I did my first one yesterday morning and it was an hour of hell. Kettle bells, squating whilst holding big tyres over your head and other various nasty things. It's non stop and intense. I went to the evening boxing class as I felt I couldn't even lift my legs. Now with this Body Fit lesson, they head to a beach every other week and do a session down there. All we keep hearing about this sessio is that it's hell and hard. We get to the beach spot but only a flight of stairs can be seen. I would say maybe around 40 steps. Now that does not sound like alot, but try CRAWLING up them BACKWARDS. Step by step you have to crawl your way up these steps backwards on your feet and hands. After doing it once you feel like crying but you have to do this 4 times. Then followed by more crawling backwards on a slopped part with 2 steps breaking it up. Again, 4 times. After this deathly stuff we were told to grab the tyres out. Now you have 3 of you in a group and 2 at the bottom and 1 at the top, you run the tyre up the stairs above your head and do 5 squats with it at the top, pass the tyre and then next guy runs down, 5 squats and passes tyre, next guy up and back to you, run down 5 squats. Again, sounds easy, but each person had to go up the steps 10 times! So all in you run the steps up and down 20 times doing squats in between. Ouch. After this we are told to jog down the hill to the beach. Yay I thought, but as we get down to the bottom of this steep hill we are informed we will be running back up it whilst dragging a tyre behind us....twice. We had our team of 3 so we could share trips with the tyre when one of us gets shattered. The hill is steep, bendy and long, like a smaller version of the W in Minchinhampton. All I can say was it was hell on earth. Running up that hill was hard let alone whilst pulling a tyre and doing it twice. He changes the sessions everytime so I expect more pain from these sessions. The bonus was we did all ride over to the next beach along which is Nai Harn and all got to chill out and catch some waves after a hard workout.
Now I know my spelling is bad and I go on about it all the time but you will have to excuse me today if it is extra bad as I can hardly keep my eyes open let alone correct spelling, well, how can you correct it if you can't spell it I say. That's it folks. It's another long one but you know me. Peace out and much love. Stu
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Catherine Thanks for keeping me so well up to date with what James is up to, sounds like fun, hmmm! Glad you are both doing well. Please feed the skinny cats. Catherine (James' sister)
Megan Woow - that sounds intense! Glad your enjoying it still though Stuie. The beach is where I would be :o) Speak soon xXx
Ben Wow! Sounds great stu. Your actually going to be ripped when your back!!!haha! Stay safe and i'll speak to you soon! Good luck with the stick!! x
faye Hey little bro! Sounds like a real journey! Really proud of you stu. I may have nightmares about the little dude and his stick now though! He sounds a little crazy! Oh and I agree with Catherine. Feed the p**** cats! Love you. x
faye why did it blank that bit out? How strange. Wasnt meant to be rude! x
big sis Stuie!!!! Good to keep up with ya and wot your up to, you are well funny. Could you not feed those poor cats with some mystery meat? (or are they the mystery meat?. . . . ) Poor p**** cats, smuggle them home, I'm good with small, runty type creatures. . . (and I don't mean Gids or the kids, they are proper well fed). Hope your keeping ok, miss ya, love ya and FEED THOSE CATS!!!! x x x x x
big sis HEY.............. It blanked my poor too!!!!! Maybe it'll work if I write it like this............. P O O R..... ha! Emma 1 - Computer 0
big sis HEY.............. I'm so thick!! It blanked the word p**** not poor!!!!! Maybe it'll work if I write it like this............. P U S S Y..... did it work?? Emma 1 - Computer 0 ??
big sis Result! love you stu. x
Holly Get some deat for the bites, the insects hate it - Tesco do a 'jungle formula' with deat in which smells like coconuts and is brilliant! Don't feed the cats! They look skinny because they eat less than the British cats and it's hotter there, but they will keep coming back and they have really bad fleas and carry alsorts of infections and diseases! The jerks in your sleep are more common if you are very, very relaxed so they're a good thing! So great reading through all these! xx
Holly Just read the other posts and realised that all the girls want you to feed the cats and now I feel like a right cow, so please do as you wish! xx
Stu Holz your so funny. Glad you have gone through and read all the blogs. The 2 cats over at Baan Suan are fine, they are the cleanest cats around and they get fussed and fed so we have no reason to feed the furry creatures xx