Talking of dogs, Carole also got to know Botpek, the hotel dog. A nice little doggie and my substitute Dyl, Totie and Gracie all rolled into one eleven year old local poodle mix. And Carole's substitute for Buckley, Wilf, Billy, Balloo and Rudy...
But most of all we settled into the pattern of our days. Making something of an effort we normally managed a few miles walking in the morning whilst it was still reasonably cool, although at times using our umbrellas for shade we did look rather like two local ladies out for a stroll... Lolling by the pool, catching up on all the gossip, taking a trip to Bo Phut for a sumptuous fresh seafood dinner, going into the "city", Chewang, to look at the shops, all same same and no different, and of course making the obligatory stop at Tropical Murphy's, my favourite Irish Bar. And if Swiss custom's are reading this, then no, Carole did not succumb to any fake bags or anything else! And the weather has played ball too. The odd bit of rain but mainly sunny skies, but a pattern of wind in the day with biggish waves at the beach but by evening, calming down to a millpond, good for reflecting the odd firework displays that still happen intermittently during the evenings as we carry on gossiping over a freshly cooked plate of huge prawns or swee an sour wee stee rye in the little restaurant on the beach.
And of course, whilst I had done quite a bit of why why why research on Carole's behalf, as you would expect she was keen to test it out for herself. The results are still being analysed.... And we also tried the odd cocktail or two, deciding I think that on balance, Mojito's beat a Mai Tai...
But whatever the cocktail is, it will always taste good in a local beach bar out there on the sand and under the stars. And Carole experienced the joys of Mae Nam Walking Street, drinking a Mojito whilst wandering around the stalls and afterwards a why why in the famed Firestation Bar.
So what has been the gossip? Well, the Firestation Bar and Grill seems to have closed down again, the ladyboy who runs Jordan's got married last month (not sure who to...) and we were admiring her new rings, the jury's still out on whether it was a bird or a rat scuttling under the decking in the local beach bar, what nationality are the couple in the end room who are up at the crack of dawn putting out towels on their sunbed (answers on a postcard please....) and of course that really juicy bit about P&G. It appears that - oh sorry, must go, sun's just gone down and why why calls......
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