2 pints of tiger and 2 glasses of piper…

How could I forget! Bumped into an indian Brahmen (least that’s how I think you spell it) in the street. Bought him a coffee and he told me few things… His opening line was “Hey lucky prince!”. That’s a new one for me. Also said he had never seen a forehead like mine(!) he said that was what drew me to him. Proper raj beard and envious (dali-like) moustache. To sum up said I would do (very) good in politics (Viva la revouloution!) and business. I know people who would beg to differ. Anywho also said that I would have a very prosperous time from around nov onwards for 3 years and 3 days. And kept going on about my forehead and how I looked like a prince!? Very itriguing. Hey, I had nothing esle to do in singapore apart from wonder the countless shopping malls and try and find films at the cinema. That and go round the countless sony gallery stores. I just wish He’d told me something I didn’t know. I know it will all come together (by hook or by crook!). But he did have a very interesting beard. And yes I think the champers is going to my head now. Best get another one then!

 Then again I suppose it doesn’t help going round saying you’ll have 3 years and 3 days of bad luck. I just want to know what happens after the time is up? Does it all go down hill? It only strengthens what the other people have said but did I mention his beard? Also mentioned a few home truths (like I said tell me something I don’t know) but he did have an enormous beard.

Yeah I have time for one more drink. Wonder if they have rose?

30th July, More wondering

So no exciting stories. Just more wondering around. Just looking forward to getting outta here. So I’ve seen pirates 2 and Nacho libre. Those killed a good evening. Good films too – well it made me laugh.

29th July, Bored

Well, I made it to the centre, I was miles away. Got a crummy room in the centre of town but at least I am central. I don’t know what to do with myself. There’s just shops’n'malls. Sitting in one now, I might go and find a cinema or something. Plus the hostel is nothing like a backpackers hostel like I know it, so no chance of meeting people there. I guess I am just going to wonder round and have a few (shamelessly priced) authentic singapore slings.

28th July, Singapore

With only three days here I am quite glad. Kinda reminds me of Beijing only not so much fun and not much to do. I ended up choosing a really seedy area of town to stay in. NO idea where I am but outside my hotel – which is really nice! is like strip and bar central. Westerners are a rare site as well although I will be able to practice my mandarin again. I have to move closer to the main area tommorow I kinda feel a bit uneasy, I think I am in the muslim quarter but that’s not the problem – its the street… And i’m on the gound floor so i get some of the shouting. But hey, I can sleep through anything! I suppose i’m just feeling lonely as george is still in Bangkok and I really wanted a proper hostel were I can meet some people, maybe have a bear. Instead I am watching TV and stuffing my face with a huge packet of crisps…

27th July, Drunk

Yes I am a bit frunk. 3 beers 1 bucket 1 sambuka and and a shot of samsong. I am hungry. Had to go to the local 7/11 for a pot noodle. But the most comlicated pot noodle ever. it had like 6 different packets of stuff to mix in.; No idea what it was but its very hot, and very complicated….

Anyway, I am sure I saw victor meldrew (I do’nt believe it) staying here earlier this morning. I stared at him like a crazy person then as he looked at me i just walked on cooly. But yes i’m drunk and i am very annoyed they have no room service -bloody pot noodle! I wanted a club sandwich at least. Its only 10 past two for gods sake!

I am obviously asking too much. Nothing exciting happened today, no crazy stories or such. just got drunk. Last night in bangkok so… Oh i did ask some street guitarist to play country roads though. Payed him a whole 20 baht and I danced around him like a fool. I had fun though…

28th JUly, Off to Singapore

That’s my lot, end of Thailand. Ats been fun. Unwards and literally upwards. I’m sat on the plane to singapore after my usual nervousness and panic at immigration. No problems here though. There are many things I will miss about thailand, although I won’t miss the constant feeling of being fleeced from everyone. People are nice, and some beautiful scenery although the beaches were disapointing. Its a good place for backpackers as it is so easy to organise anything from buses, planes, thai massages and ping pong shows….

Starting to get scared about setting up in australia but should be fun nonetheless. God knows what singapore is like. I wasn’t supposed to be here for 3 days. Me & dates eh? I couldn’t even tell you what day it is – honestly. Its a strange thing. The only thing I know is the date. It’s been so long that weekends and weekdays don’t matter – everyday’s a friday!

26th July. Bit of panic

With nothing really to do apart from wait till my train at 430 I decided off the cuff to go to see some cock fighting with on of the tuk tuk drivers who work at the guesthouse. George having arrived from nan to meet me went straight off to Bangkok to meet up with some girl who he liked. Funy coincdence with her. He met at Ko phagnan aftet the full moon party and shared a felafel.
They met again by sheer chance when goerge was supposed to go rock climbing the day after my first meet with the treking crew. He never made it the next day – too ill, and had to move it to the next day where he meets that girl and get it on in the evening….

ANywho back to the cock fight. Not really a tourist attraction. I don’t even know wether its legal. But not as much bloodshed as I thought. And it wasn’t to the death. It was very much a local thing. Didn’t know what was going on or how the betting worked. Just lots of shouting and finger pointing. It was like some kind of stock exchange…

ANyway, basically I miss my train (not my fault!). I kept saying to the guy I had to go but he said it would be fine. Then he has to get me a taxi back as he’s made a few bets or something so he has to stay. With only 25mins to get the train, (bearing in mind it took 40mins down) this tuk-tuk taxi turns up. I can run faster than these things! He ends up driving like a crazy bastard to the station. Without my main rucksack I really didn’t know what he thought. All in all after surviving my death ride back I change my ticket for the 550 express to bangkok…

Having got comfy in what I thought was my seat, when the train police along with the ticket people come down they tell me (after speaking in thai to me) that my seat is way near the fron of the train. Jeez! I’ve been trekking through the whole train to get my seat. And the isles are tiny. I can barely fit my rucksack through. It took me about 25mins as I have to keep stopping and crawling over peoples stuff. But it was all worth it. I have my own caboin to myself. I hope I get food included in this. But it nice to have some privacy on the train…