many beers deep and filled with various styles of crisps [they have the fucking weirdest flavors of crisps in asia… like there's a real american super barbecue one… not positive I'm mentioned it before] and M&Ms, we were chatty but once the lights went out we decided it was time for bed. The neighboring girls included one who was a nurse. Two of the three of them were already passed out hard, and then the awake one told us that the nurse had given them all sleeping pills from work. she distributed 3 to the three of us, and without much thought of what it was, I took mine.
I was up at like 4am, freezing, but I still don't even remember the process of falling asleep. Crazy sleeping pills of some distinction… all of us were out. I again turned Trav into the object of my warmth needed spoon, and at wish we were dropped off at a stop to kill an hour and a half before getting on the bus to phuket. I was falling asleep on the able, but then saw Joey had also been on the ferry [from the advanced diving course] so was intrigued into conversation and ended up chatting with him for ages, mostly spinning yarns of complete dribble, but before I left he made a funny joke about my back pack, and the dorky camelback cord running across my shoulder, reminding me to check my regulator before jumping in. [it was funny. this might make no sense to you.]
The bus ride to phuket was consumed by sleep mostly and weird hallucination like dreams [fucking malaria pills still destroying my ability to get on like a normal human being]. On the way we realized we weren't positive where we were going and that phuket was actually a massive landmass. we got off and ended up getting into a little random minivan that said it would take us to patong beach, which is where people told us we should stay [the party area]. by now i was hours into my 20th birthday, and the only thing I had to vouch for it was excessive sleeping and minimal celebration.
the minivan dropped us off in he center of patong, so we wen for a wee wander looking for somewhere to stay, mostly just finding out that everywhere was already fully booked [and also super expensive.] we settled on a place called RCB, which was by far the most expensive place I've ever stayed. It was super nice, with a rooftop pool, breakfast buffet, hot shower, massive everything, and great service, but not something I was used to. We walked around the town a bit and went to lunch, realizing that where we were felt more like an american beach city [like miami area] than anything. It was weird with fancy outdoor malls and expensive places, filled with seedy old men and young thai ladies [can't tell you I wasn't warned though]. Change in scale I suppose could be best represented by the fact that with lunch, for the first time in nearly 6 months, I got a basket of bread.
More wandering followed by a trip to the rooftop pool where Trav had a good wee nap and I stayed until I was too cold to get on anymore. When we came back in I had the best and like most cleansing shower I've had in ages, and then another nap [i swear, whatever pills this lady gave us were dangerous. some sort of ridiculous tranquilizer or something.] At wish we decided it was time to actually make moves, but we were both slightly injured with my tiny cut from ages earlier [from the first day in ooh tao when I kicked a rock] seemed to have gotten infected as pus oozed out of it, and Trav was dealing with a broken hand [nothing new… he's hd it for the past few weeks] and a new spider bite on his knee that was also oozing with some sort of uncomfortable pus. nothing to be happy about. Travis had also had ihis wallet stolen his last day on ooh tao and was still packing a sad about it, feeling limited in his expenditures. We ended up going out and walking around for a bit before deciding to follow some little asian lady advertising a pingpong show. I had been to one in bangkok but heard that they're more intense in phuket and was willing to go to another one. This one had a free entry, but you had to buy a drink, and holy $30 can of shitty beer, it was so ridiculously overpriced. We came at the end of one act, and then sat through a half hour of terribly weird asian lady stripping before they even got up to the next act. It was like watching slow motion dancing… the laziest display of female eroticism I've ever seen… and they weren't even attractive. We mostly just played 'real or fake' with their boobs.
Eventually the show got on and a lot was the same, until they started playing with animals. Imagine, live frog, and live bird. That's all I'll say. Also, for the balloon act, everyone had to hold a balloon that the expert-vaginal-dart-shooter would pop. I covered my eyes as well as I could, terrified at the action, but it was all good.
The whole place was absolutely riddled with people begging for money though. All the performers would beg people for money and not continue until people put 100 or 200 baht into their stupid little buckets. Even with me, after I was getting change for the beers we bought, the change was too little and I was trying to explain it to her, all the while she was trying to prevent me from taking the change, complaining I wasn't leaving a tip for her…. I told her she already took her own fucking tip without asking and owed it back to me. I wasn't giving her shit. She didn't seem to happy, but I got all my money back.
Once we were sick of that we ventured around more sipping on beers and occasionally doing a bit of shopping.
The night didn't go too long with Trav's leg pain and the scene being a bit weird, but all in all, all good.
Come morning we went down for the free buffet breakfast which was pretty mean, but as usual with all buffets, I ate way too much, and then we sat on the computers there for a while as I checked Facebook messages and whatnot, waiting for my trip to the airport to finally make moves home.
We shared a taxi [which I forgot to mention, was spelt taksi in bali] to the airport, which was an hour trip, even though my flight was 2 hours later, and his was 12 hours later, and then ended up getting burger king in the airport. Most expensive fast food [airport problems] but I had my first ever whopper. Pretty okay. After finishing all of it that I could stomach, we split, I checked in at the fastest check in ever, and headed towards my gate. On my way home!
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