Kiwi's Thai Tale.

Kiwi's tale...this is priceless. Beautiful boy left for Tahiland the day before me, so I'd emailed him some advice and contact details for his first few nights in Bangkok, since it'd be his first time over there. Unfortunately both myself and Ginge (a mate of his who worked on the deckchairs with him over summer and was also holidaying in Thailand) had emailed a dot com addy instead of dot co.uk.

Therefore Kiwi boy tried Samsong and buckets (thai alcohol), and woke in the morning thinking he had a spot coming up on his neck as it was itchy to find he had acquired his first tattoo!!! A proper thai bamboo tattoo, and no recollection of it at all!!

The next night he thought he'd smoke instead, and asked his friendly tuk-tuk driver if he knew of anywhere he could get a smoke...NO!!! The tuk-tuk guy took him into an alley where him and 2 other blokes mugged him of all the money he was carrying! The driver was a decent enough chap though and still drove him back to his hotel. Of course Kiwi could not report this to the police since the tuk-tuk drivers and them are allegedly in cahoots, and really he should not have been trying to purchase any such substance.

So Kiwi has less than a tenner left, doesn't have either my, nor Ginge's contact details and has to get down to Krabi province.

Eventually (and can't remember how) he ran in to G down that way, who helped him out cash-wise. They quite merrily spent a few days in Ao Nang, although kiwi misjudged when one of the buses was about to stop and so leapt from the top of it before it stopped....ouch!!!

The first I know of any of this was receiving a phone call from a friend on pp telling me that my kiwi was with her and looking for me. (He'd vaguely remembered the name of one of the dive shops I'd worked in...well he though it was d for diving as opposed to visa diving, but they sound similar). So at last we're together!!! Except Kiwi is limping, and moaning, like men have been known to do about the bus foot injury. Upon inspection it becomes apparent to me that his foot is most likely broken, and he really shouldn't be attempting to walk on it. So in stupid degree heat I leave him sat on a path and run to borrow turtle's bike so at least he can keep the weight off it.

We hopped on the ferry back to Ao Nang, and I commented after 20 mins. that it would rain (you get pretty savvy at watching the sky when you live by the sea), so I was heading inside the ferry. I was right, and upon coming back out found kiwi asleep, outside in the rain!!!

Suffice to say that this night was his last night in Thailand before heading back to New Zealand until march-ish, so I strapped his foot up, medicated him and we partied. Partied to the point where I ended up packing for him, since it was quite apparent he'd be unable too. We had an uber-fabulous, fun night though, and I kinda miss that crazy cat :(

P.S. on arriving in bangkok he went to the hospital, and required crutches for 3 weeks and 2 seats on the 12hr flight to N.Z.
P.P.S. It would then be the first time in over 4 years his parents had seen him