Bungalow 8
On Thursday morning we were evicted from our accommodation, due to new arrivals, so we went in search of somewhere else to stay for the next few days. Our friend Amy also needed a bed for one night so after a few attempts Jon found some beach huts owned by the revered Mamma O'Chai.
She was an elderly lady who didn't speak any English so as we parted with our 1000 Bhat it wasn't entirely clear if we'd just bought one of her many cockerels, paid a nights rent or just given a slightly crazy looking old lady in a hut £20 for the fun if it, however she handed over the key to bungalow 8, which was to be our new home.
It was basic but it did have a fan (rusty and noisy) and hot (yellow) water. The location was amazing with a beautiful view which made up for the bed made of concrete and the stained 70's floral bed sheet.
After a lovely Indian meal with Jeremy, Paul and Amy, the boys told us about their cockroach incident and how they'd managed to trap two in their room under a bucket which they then weighed down with heavy books but in the morning when they lifted the bucket they were gone!? (We later found out that they found the cockroaches hiding in their backpacks amongst their clothes!)
After a few drinks we returned to bungalow 8 for a comfy nights sleep on our brick pile when Amy spotted movement under the bed.. We had company.. Our hero Jon shot into the bathroom and shut the door leaving Amy and I to deal with the very large, shiny and very fast cockroach. After a lengthy tactical planning session and capture devices chosen, operation cockroach re-location began. Half an hour of bed moving (Amy and I), squealing (Jon), and frustration (the Cockroach) the operation was successful and there were no casualties other than the slightly traumatised Jon!
The next day a huge can of bug destroyer was purchased, mosquito net was put up and bed time procedure was enforced with security breaches taken very seriously (as I learnt when Jon caught me leaving the front door open for a minute).
As bed linen was restricted to the fitted 70s floral number we were glad to have our silk travel sheet we'd purchased but it turned out to be less '2 man/double' and more '1 (long limbed) woman' def not room for both of us so we improvised with a selection of towels and on the last night when we couldn't bear the smell of the mouldy pillows anymore we used tshirts as pillow cases.
Despite the newly created safe zone under the mosquito net this didn't stop Jon literally launching himself from the bed at around 3am one morning when my hair touched his arm, not knowing why we were suddenly standing in the dark half tangled in mosquito net, towels and T-shirts.. for some reason I didn't even question why we were pulling the bed apart or what we were looking for but was just grateful to return to the sweat pit for a few hours before the cockerels under the bungalow began their ridiculously loud assault on our ears and Mama O'Chai did her rounds of the grounds with her catapult (you seriously wouldn't want to mess with her!!)