18 novembre 2006

today anne, tristen, Jamie and I woke up early and caught a bus to Pranburi. It’s about 30 minutes south of Hua Hin. We wanted to go to the National Park that was there – Sam Rot something – but it turned out it was 400 baht to get in, and that was way way too much. Our songthaew driver was hitting on Tristen big-time. I may have misread the situation, but as Tristen (who can now speak fluent Thai) and the driver were reading the map together, the driver put his hand on Tristen’s thigh. He did this twice. And then later he patted Tristen’s butt and rubbed his arm. It was hilarious. Apparently, a lot of thai people do that. Touch people. So instead of going to the park, we went to a beach with mountains and caves. Inside the caves there were gorgeous Buddha statues and incense and offerings. Also, bat poop. It smelled like urine. The air was kind of sickly. We took lots of pictures. We went to the beach, where some women tried to sell us places to sit for 20 baht. A man tried to sell us a ride on a horse for 200 baht/half hour. Thai people must thing farang are stupid. Some are, I’m sure, but we were not about to pay for such ridiculous things. We ate at a restaurant on the beach. Jamie and I were worried that the sauce our fried vegetables were in was chicken blood. It wasn’t. I hope. The whole trip was really nice, non-stressful, probably cause Tristen could speak Thai. We kind of climbed a mountain, got some great pictures, and just goofed around. One the bus back to VIP we made friends with a plump monk with a bag of Thai iced tea who made his own medicine to cure people of paralysis. Jamie said the medicine was probably made from fermented cow urine. Yep. Today is Spanky’s 23rd birthday so we are going out. Probably to a club. Probably to Style. I didn’t get him a present, but I figured I’d just buy him a hooker or something.