Distant Memories of a Distant Holiday - Part 1
Japan was superb - jetlag passed pretty quickly and all the planning worked out like clockwork. Had several "Bill Murray moments" where I just ripped the piss out of people but soon decided that it was too easy and doing it solely for my own amusement had limited value... Everyone makes up for their lack of English with a real willingness to help. Took shitloads of photos in fact - great city and lots to see, food was problematic at times but I tried to limit my fast food intake in favour of Sushi, Soba and all that jazz.
I went to an Onsen (Japanese steam bath thing), and, in my haste to blend in with the locals, I under-ordered in terms of towels (you're supposed to take in two - one to cover your cock/ wipe yourself down, and the other as a bath towel for after). I didn't get the cock one - I just hopped around completely naked and got a lot of funny looks.
Also went on a mountain trip – climbed a good 850m and got extremely sweaty at the top, where the temperature was dramatically lower = very uncomfortable. Luckily I had a change of top with me...
Tokyo finished nicely with Tepanyaki and Mr. Jones at Karaoke - I "scored" 71% according to the machine, but I was secretly disappointed I didn't get a higher score...
Anyway, on Koh Phi Phi (set of islands where that shit Di Caprio film was... filmed) right now, just getting OUT of the sun for a while cause I'm burning up.
I think I'm going to go for "Option number 2" on the woman front - fucking around out here would be pretty easy (though admittedly slightly harder when travelling alone) - plenty of hot girls - but I don't really think I want to. More up for meeting the woman of my dreams, becoming infatuated, trying to sustain it back in England then getting broken-hearted when it all blows up in my face. Sounds like a plan.
It's incredible here, just the right balance of relaxation and activity before I hit Phangan: blue skies, white sand, turquoise water... I'd send you photos but the ones I have are probably the same/ worse than any you can find if you Google Koh Phi Phi. Accomodation is good but quite expensive, especially for Thailand - I suppose I've earned it. I think I'm going to get a (legitimate) Thai massage this afternoon, then there's a "half-moon party" tonight. Food is dirt cheap, and they have quite a variety.
[~3 days later]
The "loose woman amnesty" lasted approximately 12 hours (from writing the e-mail) - cute French nurse. I have thus far resisted all self-congratulatory admissions – however subtle – to the lads I have met over here, even when they've been telling me of their conquests: I completely avoided the subject when it came to the inevitable psuedo-competitive male chats. I fucking hate it when people - especially guys - just casually drop into conversations who they've slept with/ which drugs they've been doing/ how hard they've been partying/ how late they've stayed up... in order to gain the respect of their peers. "Yeah, a couple of nights ago we had 3 massive bottles of Vodka before we went out, met a couple of cheekies and stayed up 'til 8 in the morning going at it, if you know what I mean... Then we dropped some pills and got back on it, that's why we're cool..."
