The six day work week

Today is Saturday (And Sunday comes afterwards, la la la la - Rebecca Black), and for most of the world that is the first day of the weekend.

Not at Weight Loss at Kombat Group, Saturday is still hard work.

Woke up at the ungodly Saturday hour of 9:15 am this morning, and quickly hit Snooze.  And again the ten minutes after that.  Finally dragging my sorry ass out of bed at 9:35, which made me 5 minutes late for the morning Krav Maga.

Luckily Mitko was there, so he and Gerry were warming up.  I grabbed some water and joined in.
I had skipped the Friday night session with a sore right wrist (after some bad punches during training) which was pad based, and from what I saw, it looked like it would have hurt.

But today, Knifes and Guns.  Aka, the good stuff :)
Going back and forth we held each other up with the knife and gun, and thoroughly disarmed our opposing force.
Except for the one time I grabbed the wrong hand and would have had my throat slit... aside from that, it all went really well and the time flew by.

Previous to that was Fridays session.
After sleeping through the morning session (sometimes the body just says 'Toby, your staying the fuck in bed', and I listen.) I jumped on the scales and found myself to be 127.5.  That's well below 130 (so it's finally crossed off the Goals page) and totals me at 17.5 kilos lost since arriving.

While I'm super happy with my progress (and more importantly my fitness level) I don't think I will be hitting the Uber Goal of 99.99kg, as that would require about 5kg a week to hit that target, which is borderline unhealthy.

So, whoever had that in the sweeps, sorry, not looking good.
However I still might be able to hit 109kg, which is Go-Kart racing territory.

Fridays afternoon session I made sure made up for missing the morning.
Barbara's circuit session made me collapse at the end, and a few times during as well, which is a good sign I think.

And then during the pad sessions I had three Muay Thai rounds and three Boxing.
I've added boxing as I want to try to get my Boxing certificate as well, so I'm going to split my time between the two.
And for those wondering, the pad sessions are three minutes long, with a one minute break.
And your punching or moving for most of that time, just like in the ring.
That was a hell of a day.

I also jumped on the scales again to check my body composition, and while my water level was I think 49 (Needs to be 50+) it showed that once again my body was using both fat and muscle as fuel, as both ratios had declined since last measurement.

So I jumped on my bike and rode off to the Bear Gym down the road a bit to pick up some Amino Acid supplements.  And boy... they are huge things.
I'm used to taking pills, I take one every day and I can swallow painkillers without water.
But these ones are the size of a babys fist.  And I need to take TWO after every session.
Going to need to buy some soda water.  Fizzy water makes them go down easier.

Mum and Dad arrived in a few days which is exciting, as I will be able to use the pool at their hotel!  Also, egg station and buffet breakfast.  But don't tell Barbara.

Well, got a few hours until the afternoon kicks off and a new book on the Kindle, so peace out.

The veil has lifted

The darkness has receded and the light shines in.

I'm more up beat at the moment, which is funny, because my body is about to die.
The blister on my heel is slowly healing, the cut under my big toe is getting bigger, I've got a new cut on my shin, and naturally, I hurt everywhere.
Especially since Barbara was trying out a new circuit for the weight loss program that had us to 30 travelling lunges, followed by 10 jumping squats..... five times.....
And that's only the first half.
For those wondering, or thinking "bah, pansy boy" go and try it.

Don't worry, I'll wait.... go on.
150 lunges and 50 jumping squats.
Now, for those that didn't do that, here's a graphical representation.

Rewind to Friday and I jumped on the scales and I was 129.9kg.  Which is still to much, but it's under 130kg, so I can cross that off my goal list.

However, I did have a hamburger on Saturday night, so maybe not :)

Saturday night (Night of the OK Burger) three of us scootered into town, ducking and weaving past buses full of horny Chinamen.

Rode past a giant "massage pallor" that employed around 300 "specialists" and out front was five empty buses.  Wonder what happened to all those horny Chinamen.

Past that place and down onto the main beach side road of Pattaya, and since I was the second bike in convoy, I was guided by the guy in front, so when he took a trip down a side alleyway, I followed.

This alleyway was Soy 6-1.  Also known as the backalley for Soy 6.  Or as I named it, Soy of The Hidden Schlong.

It's the alley where the girls from the bars in Soy 6 hangout.  And when I say girls, I obviously don't mean it entirely.

I must say, some of them are convincing.

But we motored through and then cut down Soy 6 between all the bars lining both sides of the road, and weaving around drunken farungs and mini-skirted hostesses.

Back on the main drag we set off to "The Bear Garden" for dinner.  It's set on a jetty out onto the water right at the entrance to Walking Street.

I had a burger, not nearly as nice as the one from Kellys, but the nachos and deep fried seafood made up for it.  I was stuffed.

The reason for the visit into Pattaya was Gino from the camp was set to fight in one of the bars (Don't worry, there's a ring and such, not an actual pre-arranged bar fight).

So we walked down Walking Street to go to where we thought it was.

And it was surreal.

Lined on both side by Go Go bars and a few eateries (Not like that, get your head out of the gutter), and each bar as a contingent of girls out the front in the hopes of funneling anyone into their bar and not the one next door.

Bit the weird part, was 90% of the people walking up and down were tour groups.  Usually led by someone with a flag on a stick so everyone knew who to follow.

And again, 90% of them were Asian.  I didn't stop to ask, but my guess would be China or Nice Korea.

Groups all wearing matching hats being led like innocent lambs into the street lined with lions.

So we made it to a bar that had a ring in the middle near the end of Walking Street, and asked one of the fighters if an Italian was fighting today, and nope, wrong bar.

However, there was a man playing with a live Cobra in the ring, which was pretty cool.

So, the only other bar where there was a ring, was right next to the Beer Garden which we had just left.

So we treked back against the flow.  Was actually easiest to move along and cut between the entrapping girls because most of the tourists were giving them a wide berth.

So back at the fighting bar near the Beer Garden, we walk in, and suddenly are affronted with a sexier version of the scene from Finding Nemo, where the seagulls all yell "MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE".

The layout of the bar is in the middle there is a half ring.  Rather than a square, its a rectangle, like a boxing ring cut in half.

And surrounding that is about 20 little bars, each with serving girls and stools.

You pick one and you get your drinks from them and no one else.

I picked one for us that gave us ring side seats for the fight, and to be honest, the girls weren't to bad looking.

And, it turns out that in order to keep you at their bar, they keep you entertained with their hands.

By which of course I mean they rock out two sets of Connect Four and challenge Chris and I to play them.  Not even joking, Connect Four.

After three games of winning for myself, I watch a fight between two Thai's and it looks pretty rigged.  I turn around and there's one of those twisted metal tricks that you have to try to untie, but you can't, because it's impossible.  Naturally they can, because hell, it's their job.

I finally loose a game of Connect Four that I had been encouraged to place a bet on.  She won and I had to buy her a drink.  Looked like Orange Juice, but I'm sure it was top shelf.

Finally Gino comes out and he and the opponent do the traditional dance around the ring and then get down to business.

It was pretty entertaining.  He landed a few good punches breaking through the guys gloves.

At the start of the second round an old man comes up and sits beside me, having seen me cheering for Gino, and he brings out a 20 baht note (76 cents) and points to the Thai fighter.

So I get 20 out and point to Gino.

We place it on the bar under a coaster and the fight continues.

In the end it was a draw, but I thought Gino would have won on points.

The old man and I take our money back, I pay my bill and go over to the other people from the camp who had setup at a different bar.

Turns out the guy I had bet was the owner/promoter and if large sums of money are involved, has been known to rig the fights, to the point that had I put a few thousand on Gino, the guy might have stepped up his game a bit and thrashed him.

Luckily 76 cents isn't a sheep station, as they say.

I made my way back to camp after that, the other guys I was with kept the tab running at a few other bars.  But I was exhausted.

That pretty much get's us up to date dear reader.

Mentally feeling better, even if my legs are made of jelly (not steel springs).

Night.

The dark days

This week hasn't been great.
Which culminated in yesterday which was probably my worst day here so far.

I was feeling exhausted (Par for the course), which meant I was quite irritable, and there was a negative vibe coming from a few of the people which rubbed off on me a bit and I became very angry and just "over it".

The main thing that annoyed me was Gategate.  There's a big sliding steel door that cuts off the scooter parking area with the road, and also waist high gates after the "carpark" to get into the accommodation area, where in this story, the dogs live.

Now, I like dogs, and they have two very friendly pitbulls.  Simba and Nala.  Great dogs, they always come up and sit next to your when your eating, hoping for a little snack thrown off the plate.

Anyway, Gategate came about because one of the residents is terrible at closing gates, because he's nuts.  And so it was deemed that we would keep the big gate shut so that if someone leaves the small gate open, the dogs wont get out and kill something, be it human or canine.  (Apparently they have attacked other dogs before).

This meant we got no breeze while training.  There are no fans, but this took away a much loved breeze, because some numptie wouldn't close the god damn gate.
Anyway, it seems like a small complaint, and really, it was.  But it grated on me, and some negative vibes were added from external parties.

In the end it was sorted and the gate remained open during training, and today appears a spring load on the small gate making sure they are slammed shut.

But honestly, if a gate is open, leave it open, if it's shut, shut it.... if it has a sign on it in three languages that says "SHUT THE GATE", you shut the god damn gate.

And around five o'clock when we started Muay Thai training there came a booming sound from next door... Karaoke.... turned up to the proverbial eleven.
We are in the sticks a bit, and there is only us, and our one next door neighbor, and they decided that right against the wall shared with the gym, to sing, poorly... for around eight hours.
And this was stadium level loud.

I couldn't even try to sing along or pop along to the bass beat that invaded my room, because it was Thai music, which seems to have a very wonky beat.  It was infuriating.
Around midnight I put in headphones and turned my music up to drown them out.
Christian went next door at 12:15 and they turned it down a bit, but they didn't finish until 2am.
Close on NINE FREAKING HOURS OF KARAOKE!!!!
Who does that.

On top of that I had a blister on my right heel from my shoes rubbing on bad socks, so that was annoying me, and I've got a split on the bottom of my left big toe which is also painful depending on how I step.
And my lower back is still hurting.

So all that combined into a pretty terrible week.

But today was better.
I slept in past morning training (as did most people it turns out) skipping breakfast and didn't get out of bed until lunch time.

The afternoon session was good, as I skipped Muay Thai in total and just did gym and cardio stuff.
Muay Thai gets a bit repetitive, so it's good to break it up a bit.

Tomorrow being Friday is the new weigh in day.  After a short campaign from a few of us, we were able to move the day from Monday to Friday.
As Sunday is our one day off, it's nice to have a proper meal, I am very much looking forward to a Burger and Chips and Kellys.
However, this was sort of discouraged by knowing the next day we had to weigh in.
Pretty much negating the stress relief of eating quality food.
So we moved it to Friday, and if today's test weigh in is to be trusted, I should finally be at 130kg.

Other than that, I'm looking forward to Mum and Dad coming over for a visit.  11 days and counting.

And speaking of counting, I'm now down to 47 days before returning.
Which for those playing along at home, gives me four days until the mid-point of my adventure.

Time for some YouTube and sleep.
Night.

Fifty three bottles of soda water on the wall, fifty three bottle of soda....

53.

53 days to go, meaning I've been here for 32 days. 4.57 weeks. 768 hours.
Oh and how it feels like yesterday it felt like only 31 days.

I write to you dear reader from inside of my prison camp.  Because, that's what it is.
Small self contained room, three boring staples a day, and a chance of getting beaten up in the exercise yard by a big Russian guy covered in Tattoos.
<political>It's probably cheaper than keeping someone in prison, eeyyyoooooo</political>

This week has been quite good.  After weighing in for a zero loss last week, this week I'm on track for around four kilo's, but I'm trying hard for five, in order to hit 130 flat.  Which would put me in good stead for the remainder of my time here.

Earlier in the week the power was cut at the camp while someone did some roadworks, so, with the heat rising and the rooms not staying cool, Chris, Gavin and I ventured into town on our motorised scooter contraptions.

Down along Jonthiem beach road, which was clear and green (the good green not the bad green), and then up and over a hill into Pattaya proper.
Parked our bikes in an alleyway and went in search of two things.
A fishing shop that stocked remote control items, and Iranian Buffet.

Luckily both are on the same road, Second Road, which is the second road back from the beach at Pattaya.

We had a poke around the remote control shop and after comparing the prices and thinking "This one is only 300 baht more, oh, and this one is only 400 baht more than that" and so on until I landed on a 3400 baht ($125) quadcopter with attached camera that streams to the phone.
I bought the model that has a useable on/off switch, and Gavin bought the one you need to unplug.
That seems to be the only difference.

They are kinda weird.  You can fly them without a phone, just like a normal quad.  But if you turn on the Quad, it creates a new Wifi network, which you can join without a password.
And then start an app on your phone and you get a stream of what's going on on the Quad.
It can take video and stills but it's not a HD camera, and in low light it's terrible.
But still, it's a cheap entry to the world of QuadCopters.
HT F-805C in case you go Googling.

After our purchase when kept on walking to find this feast of a million animals.
And lo, we found such a find.
For the measly sum of 200 baht ($8) we had an all you can eat Iranian buffet.
I would say it was a mix between Turkish and Indian.
There was curries, rice, lamb, chicken, this kind of chickpea patty, and what I swear was little chicken bites coated in crushed corn flakes.
Oh the tastes were amazing and the texture.... when your used to pan fried chicken breast and cabbage, crunchy chicken tastes amaze-balls.  A few lemon sodas washed it down quite nicely.
And as we are getting ready to go, who should rock up on his bike right out the front, but Moen, the Iranian guy from the camp.  So you know it's quality, and or the only Iranian place in Pattaya.

We took the long walk back, out along "Walking Street" which should be flipped the other way around to instead be "Street Walker Street" as it's the main street for the GoGo bars and Ping Pong Shows.
However, like the Red Light District in Amsterdam, during the harsh light of day, it just feels depressing and sad.

Back on the bikes and back to Jomthien where we found a nice big hotel on the beach, with a detached pool.  So we walked into the pool, I faked the sign-in sheet, picked a name and room number to remember if queried and went for a swim.
Luckily some Chinese tourists took the heat off us when they started the horrendous notion of daring to swim with a shirt on.
Suddenly they were pounced on for doing so and arguments ensued as they were escorted out of the pool area.
Apparently no shirt while swimming, skin cancer is better.

We rocked back to the camp after that and the power was back on early, so I played around with the copter a bit, and then did training.

I skipped a few mornings training this week due to exhaustion and my body just thinking "No, fuck it, stay in bed and ignore the yelling."

The Krav Maga again is the interesting part of training.

Friday evening we did gun disarms using solid plastic molded guns, which turned out to be quite fun and easy.  Granted they only work if the gun is pretty much held to your head, such as a hostage situation.  And it's quite simple, and it starts with ducking your head away.  Gun to your forehead and your dead, flinch a few inches and the gun is no longer at your head and your alive.

And then on Saturday morning we did baseball bat (or baton) attacks.  And they were good.  As you might have guessed, it starts with charging the person in order to get inside their range, locking their attacking arm, and then going at the balls, as per usual.

And we had a round of attacks where two people with bats took it in turns to continually attack the other person.  The very last attack of the session was myself against Chris and I charged him so fast I ended up crash tackling him to the mat.  Except he won, because he got the bat and simulated breaking my ribs with it.  Touche.

That afternoon however I was feeling a tad sore, perhaps from the tackle, so I took my bike into town to find a massage.  Now, stop laughing.  A proper massage... not a Gavin massage.
I had two criteria and in the end had to ditch one.
a) Not a dodgy sounding name.
b) Not "down an alley".

Ended up finding Angel Massage (yeah....) but it was on the main road facing the beach, so I figured it would be more respectable.
Had a one hour Thai massage where she dug her elbow in my calf muscles, drove her knees into my back, all the good stuff.  And then finished with a one hour oil massage to relax.  All that for 500 baht, which was cheaper than the two hour oil massage I got last time at a place closer to the gym.
Going to go back during the week for probably a foot and neck massage.
But it was quality, and I learnt some new Thai words like "pain" and "hurt".

Stopped by a big Tesco shop on the way home and picked up some instant soup and noodles as well as a kettle so that I could stay in on Sunday and not worry, which is what I did.  Until I put the entire chili packet in the minced Pork one and then I worried.

And, that evening an unusual beast was spotted by a few people.  Often hinted at, but never seen before... the wild Toby emerged from his cool sleeping place around ten in the evening and proceeded to "work out" in the gym for a full hour, before retiring to his hovel.

Sunday however was fun as aside from sleeping in until 2pm, I also did a bit of Quad flying around the MMA ring (THE OCTAGON!!!!!!) got it flying in and out the door of the ring (THE OCTAGON!!!!!!) which was neat, but the battery went flat, so I called it quits.  Will buy a spare one when I get back to the shop.

So now I'm watching QI re-runs on YouTube, and relaxing.
Thus ends by 37th day in Captivity.

Number One Kung Fu Panda

That's me.  Number 1 Kung Fu Panda.

My trainer PI now calls me this as I've thrown vanity to the breeze (Not wind, we don't get wind...) and started to train in Muay Thai without a singlet.
After all, the "breathable" fabric mine are made out of don't seem to function very well when drenched in sweat.

So again I've missed the two day schedule, so let's just forget I ever mentioned it.

Had the weigh in yesterday, and came to a resounding Zero.
All my numbers were the same as last week.  Well, all the "medical" numbers were.
After the weigh in, each Monday has a fitness test.
Six exercises that run for one minute, with one minutes rest.
And you do as many as you can of each, and Barbara writes them down.

And my numbers were up from the week before.  So, while my body numbers were stagnant, my fitness level had increased.  So it wasn't a bust week.
And I know when I didn't loose anything, it's because I had to many delicious meals.
On Wednesday's fight night I had a burger, and on Sunday I had the same burger for lunch, and then a chicken panang with rice for dinner.
But no regrets, because that first burger was a magical experience.
Nothing has tasted so good, after three weeks of salad, then a nice Bacon Cheese Burger.

However, I weighed myself on the unofficial scales today, and it looks like I've already lost two kilos.  So, just need to work to keep that off.

Plus, I'm now forced to do extra workouts, which today was a 40 minute walk in the morning (After already doing an hour of Muay Thai and thirty-ish minutes of Core work).... thanks Gavin....
But, we dobbed the two French guys in for having a Pizza delivered for breakfast, so overall, pretty happy with how the training went.

Oh, and on Sunday we went again to the stadium, but this time it was packed full.  They had a bunch of fighters of much higher quality and it was a good night out.
One of the guys from Kombat Group was fighting as well, but he got.... well.... he got creamed.

Elbow to the head, massive kicks to the left leg, it was a TKO in the first round because he had "gone down" three times.  I think that's the rule.
The TV was covering it, so if they post it to YouTube I will be sure to provide the link.

Oh, dinner tonight was meatballs.  Oh, so good.  The non-Weight Loss guys had toast and Parmesan, but I was happy enough with my delicious balls.

Alright, time for this Panda to take a well earned nap.

The other fight of this Generation

Manny v Mayweather might have been on pay per view, but I was ring side for the biggest showdown I've ever seen...

But since I'm terrible with names, and even worse at foreign languages, that means I'm really bad at foreign names.  So we will call it Trainer vs Chinaman: Fracas in the Far East.

Rewind....

I realise I haven't posted since Sunday, and it now being (checks clock) Thursday there has been some time passed by.

Some people have gone, and some have arrived.  The natural turn over cycle continues.

Two French guys have arrived, one of which has been here before, and a nice guy from Iran.

The Frenchies seem to be able to speak English fairly well, but seem to keep to themselves or the people the one guy remembers from last time.  Apparently they are only here for the Muay Thai program... and I know I'm not one to talk, but they could do with switching to the Salad menu if you know what I mean.

Moen the Iranian though is nice.  Speaks good English, good for a chat, and is doing Krav Maga as well, so now there is three of us.

(Aside: I am humbled by all these people who know more than one language.  I blame both Australias isolation, and our poorly structured language courses in the Education system.)

The "vibe" continues, with people disappearing entirely, or just not showing up for lessons (*cough* French guys *cough*).
Pierre hasn't been seen in a few days, and Chris decided to take a few days off and get a hotel room in Pattaya.
So we go from 10 for Muay Thai in the afternoon, down to as low as three.

My motivation has been waning a little, but it's come back in the last few days.  Ain't nothing to it but to get down to it.

I did get a little annoyed when the lunches went Tuna Salad one day, Salmon Salad the next, and Tune Salad again.
I dislike both Tune and Salmon.

The second time it came up I ate some watermelon, the boiled egg in the salad, then went down to the shops and got some Peanuts, Pringles and one of those bread roll things again. (Oh, delicious Carbs).

So, Wednesday night comes around, and Gavin is heading into town for the fight, so I tag along on my bike.  We end up getting there an hour early and just hang out.
The 1500 ticket ($56 AUD) came with a free bottle of water, and entry into this really new and good looking stadium.  12 air-conditioners blasted everyone, and the place only ended up being about a fifth full.  Being a weekday fight and all I guess.

The first fight was between the Trainer and the Chinaman.  It started a little slow, I guess each one feeling the other out.
Then a few big hits and the guy later told me that he took a shin to the ear that if it was any harder would have knocked him out.
But it stayed on his feet and mid way through the second round he threw a hard right elbow to the guys forehead.
During the round intermission (At which point the lights in the stadium resemble a rave, and they pump LMFAO's Sexy and I Know it at full volume) they try to patch up the wound that appeared on the Chinamans head.  But they can't, so it's given to the Trainer as a Technical KnockOut and the guy later required 30 stitches.

The next two matches were fun to watch, but not spectacular, and I was a little underwhelmed at paying close to $60 for only three fights of three rounds each.  But I was still glad I saw the guy fight, and it was a good night out.

We jump back on the bikes and head back to the camp, with a little detour nearby for some dinner.
And boy was it some dinner.

A local place just down the road called Kelly's Bar and Grill.
Very nice place, well appointed, and both Cheap and Delicious.

I had chicken satay skewers which came with toast for some reason, and then a Bacon CheeseBurger with sauteed Onion.... and chips.
And it might be the salads speaking, but it was one of the best burgers I've ever had.
It wasn't huge, probably a bit smaller than a Big Mac, but the patty was thick and juicy.  Oh, it was great... I'm heading back there on Sunday, I don't care if I gain weight this week, this burger was worth it.
Oh, and with two lemon soda waters, it came to less than fifteen dollars.

So that's where we are now.  Some photos and a video of the fight below.

And as a side note, one bedroom apartment, walking distance from down town Pattaya, on the beech, for less than a house deposit in Australia ($37k).

Best laid plans...

Well, I wanted to post every two days, but I guess the last four days have been a bit samey, didn't want to bore everyone with useless details.

Training is going well still, and there's been a few new people join, three Italians I think.  Two of them seem to know each other already, might be brothers.  Here's hoping for a Mario and Luigi.

There has been a bit of a weird vibe around the camp recently.
Training sessions have been half empty, trainers sitting around with no one to train.  Just a general feeling of flatness hangs over the place.
I'm hoping it will clear up this week.

I'm half guilty myself, with my still sore wrist and ankles I skipped the Muay Thai and did just weights and cardio instead.
The Saturday afternoon session I was the only weight loss guy in the gym.
One of the trainers decided to do a boxing session with the boxing trainer.
I kept plugging away with my various ups, downs and round abouts.

Sunday however (Today as I'm writing this) was a bit more interesting.

Rather than my usual of sleeping until midday, I got up at 8:45 to convoy with a group from the camp down to a pub called Frasers somewhere closer in towards Pattaya.
I thought we were taking the big minivan that had appeared that morning, but nope, scooter time.
So I strapped on a "helmet" and after a bit of uncertainty on how to start the damn thing, I was off and going, following the group.
It's been a while since I've ridden, and even longer since I've ridden a scooter, but it all comes back to you.
The poor handling, the dangerously low center of gravity, the wooden brakes.  Ah yes.  Scooters.

We seemed to travel all types of roads, from the two land back roads with pot holes, crossing a six lane highway, riding down a sidewalk to skip an entire block of jammed up traffic.

So we all reached Frasers and got setup to watch "The Fight of the Century".
Floyd "Money" Mayweather vs Manny PacMan Pacquio (Or something).

But who cares about the fight of the century when there is a breakfast buffet!!!!!
Toast... oh my god.. I had toast. And an egg that still had the yoke!!!  Can you imagine such a thing.
A few little hashbrowns and a very very very delayed glass of Soda Water.  Breakfast for a king.

After the disappointing end to the fight, we all got up pretty much as soon as they said his name.
Back on the terror bikes, heading back home.
And, just like the morning trip TO the location, I had no idea how to get home.
So I had to follow, which got hard when I got stuck behind this slow moving grandpa scooter who just wouldn't get out of the way.

Once I knew where I was, I split off in search for a Seven Eleven.
At this point I had about 14 Baht in my wallet, not enough to buy a bottle of water for the next days training.
Finally found one with it's ATM, and just like ours, a very handy language selector made it nice and easy.
I felt quite pimp taking out 10,000 in cash.  Until it turned out to be just 10 notes.

Venturing into the store I bought some water, deodorant, sunscreen, some gum, and a little USB speaker set for music.
Mainly I needed to split some of the bills.
Can't really by a 10b bottle of water with a 1000b note.

On the way back, stopped in at the same massage place I went last time, and had a very relaxing two hour massage.  And like last time, it helped spread the pain all over my body.  Not bad for $23 AUD.

Swung back to the camp and paid my rental for the bike for a month, and had a rest, catching up on Facebook and the like.

Last fun part of the weekend, a short bike ride back down to the shop three down from the massage, Mama Lak's, for dinner.
A can of Lemon Soda water, Chicken Fried Rice and four Spring Rolls.  Another good feed from Mama Lak.

And now I'm writing this sentence, which is a bit of a paradox, because once I finish this sentence it will no longer be true.  See?

Might watch a movie tonight, or read... probably a movie.
After all, it's only 8:30, and I've got some time to kill.

Night.