Return to BK
Monday, 29 November 2004
Now that I'm like a seasoned traveller like, I can say BK! (Like Burger King but a city)
Yeah, we arrived at 4am this morning, me in full on Farang trousers, which I have now decided to embrace, but only on the condition I am allowed to sing "YOU CAN'T TOUCH THIS!" in an MC hammer type stylee whist I am wearing them.
Due to it being the middle of the night when we got here we decided to go to the all night bar along the road from where we stayed last time and drink beer until check in time. The police were in the bar and the two nice gay waiters told us we had to hide the beer under the table, every so often they came back over and fished it out from under Dans legs to pour him some more ( I think they wanted a closer look at his trousers). I did lots of extremely tuneful singing and I saw my first lady boy in the girls bogs. As I am such a creative arty person I also made a video of the sun coming up and lots of other people in farang trousers and monks and stuff. Dead Arty Me.
Obviously you are all very interested in my Uber mossie bite which pulsates and changes colour, well its former days of glory are gone I'm afraid. I still have loads of jelly fish stings on my legs though, and swollen ankles, so the fun is still on, woo hoo!
