Sheraz - Alrighty, in Pattaya now, had to read their blog entries to actually remember half of the stuff we've been up to. Only been here for 3 days....or is it 4? But everythings so new i find it hard to keep track of it all. Our 2nd or 3rd night in Bangkok was in a bar called Shamrok where we proceeded to skull to Chang Towers ( big massive beers!) then get our dance on until a wee tiny thai bird came over and started tryin to subtly pimp out her wee pal who couldnt have been more than 14. GT got spooked easily and ran out the place in case he got gary glittered and got chucked in the slammer then me and matt made a swift exit. Next day we went for massages, me and geets got two ladies and matt got a wee thai guy that looked like michael jackson. he asked for a switch for a girly which we thought was a bit rude,until we realised that half of the twisted positions they massage you in have your legs wrapped around your neck with them sittin on your back and their feet on your head. we must have looked like human pretzels. it sorted out the hangover so much so that it made GT want to spew and made every muscle in my body feel like jelly. we needed to go home for a kip after it to sort ourselves out! I forget what happened that night......which seems like an excuse to cover up some hooker stories but i promise you its just too hard to remember what we actually did!
Picked up at 12 next day when our friend Mr P.K with the ladies hands gave us a phone and we went to Pattaya. This day was padded out with us wanderin about the streets while Geets shat himself cos he thought he had lost his passport and wallet. he emptied his bags,checked all the compartments,then got me to do the same cos our bags look the same. Then we phone Mr.P.K who tells us to to go the embassy and the police which sounded like a good old laugh. we got a few beers to relax first then got lost. after an 8 mile walk we got a taxi home and within about 5 minutes of bein back in the room geets finds the wallet in the bag.......of course me and matt called him a fanny a good few times first but we were chuffed he found it. Taking into account the way GT's brain works and how he cant concentrate for more than two seconds at a time, matt took it upon himself to check the bag for the passport as well......surprise! the passport was there as well. We thought this was a lesson learned for geets until this mornin when the first question he asked is "wheres my fanny-pack?" ("bumbag" for those who think thats some sort of sextoy) you are a fanny-pack Gt!

The pattaya streets are a crazy place to walk around,especially when you're with GT; he's like crack cocaine to these girls "Hello Mister White Shirt!" ( the most exotic thing the thai birds have seen in their lifes - until he got a thai haircut today which makes him look like a German) we've figured that i look like your everyday Indian here who you see haggling with prozzies in the street for 3 for the price of one,which is a bit sickening! and matt looks like a german sex tourist so we tend to get a bit less attention than mister white shirt but you still feel like you're the chocolate guy from the lynx adverts cos they stick to you all the way down the street. I thought "me love you long time" was the biggest racist stereotype ever until i realised its their warcry....except from the occasional " Hi, My friend like you" or "I like you, i want to love you too more!".
Went out last night and got a bit drunk watchin some guy playin the guitar like Slash on speed while we fought back the Boom Boom girls then munched on some of the best food iv had in my life from a street vendor which cost about a pound. Not much goin down today but im away to get changed an watch the celtic game before i lose matt and geets. Peace out x