Thailand 2011 — Part 6 – Patong Beach, Kickboxing
- Part 1 – Travel from St Louis MO to Thailand
- Part 2 – Heading to Bangkok
- Part 3 – Temples, Outdoor Markets
- Part 4 – Shopping in Bangkok
- Part 5 – Phuket, Patong Beach, Massage Parlor
- Part 6 – Patong Beach, Kickboxing
- Part 7 – Zoo, Elephant Show, Flying Home
Stopped at the beach to cool off
LOL, fat sizes available
Got back to the hotel and made some green beans.
Ordered pad krapow and a chicken sandwich
I popped in my Top Gear DVD and watched the Lancia challenge
16 June 2011
Went back to Jungceylon mall. My brother bought some underwear. Took another ride up the diagonal escalator/ramp. Notice the wheels on the cart — instead of the whole wheel turning, there are a pair of thin wheels mounted to one wheel.
We went to the street for food and found an AMAZING kebab stand owned by a middle eastern fellow
Got back to the hotel and snapped a picture of this Peugeot RCZ, $98,000 in Thailand, probably after a massive VAT tax
Lamb kebab. SO F*CKING GOOD.
Enjoying a gin and tonic
Went online and found a local kickboxing stadium. It was $60 for front row seats just inches from the ring with free round trip transportation.
Waited in the lobby to be picked up. These huge doors are always left open.
The van was full of Australians
Got a picture of the van’s plate so I’d know which one to take back to the hotel
It was a Thursday so the place wasn’t completely full, but the crowd was good.
This metal tray is where the fighters sit on a plastic chair to get coached and refreshed between rounds
There were eight fights starting with the youngsters and going up to the heavy professionals
The night began with everyone standing for the national anthem, then the 77-pounders got in the ring
Food and drinks were cheap. We loaded up on $3 whiskeys
I sat close enough to the ring to perch my feet on it. I could feel every move.
The white tourists bought the more expensive seats while the bleachers were filled with locals and Indians. The Indians really got into it
This guy in blue got pummeled HARD. He was on the ground for quite some time
The women were boring.
Before each round, you could pay to go into the ring and put a lay on each of the muay thai fighters
I was getting hit with spit, sweat, and water from where I was sitting. The smack from every punch and kick was easily heard.
This French guy Sebastian was very, very good, and ended the night.
I got a t-shirt that doesn’t fit me. Will make a nice gift for someone skinnier.
Got back to the hotel and walked to my favorite kebab stand
17 June 2011
Breakfast the next morning. SO MUCH BACON. I ate most of it before I could take the picture.
The AC in the van was leaking. We had to stop at a shop to have them refill the refrigerant
They also sold mods and upgrades light neon lights and ugly body kits. You know your parts are legit when theyre branded “JAP”
Lots of Toyota Commuters in for service and upgrades
That doesn’t look safe.
Some of the bridges were drove on had wood surfaces, not reassuring.
lol, collagen. A fruit drink with a weird name.
Not wanting to get sick, I decided to skip the roadside food and go to 7-11 for pork buns
These pies looked safe
Orange yogurt drink
After 11 awful hours in that miserable van, we finally got back to Kabin Buri. It was impossible to read or sleep because the ride quality was crap and the roads were terribly bumpy.
18 June 2011
I apparently had an aunt I had never met — my uncle recently remarried. The next morning we went to the golf course and she arrived in her brand new Isuzu pickup.
The stitching was terrible, but it rode well and looked nice.
Arrived at the Kabin Buri Sport Club
My uncle apparently talked me up big time to the waitresses. One of them asked if she could have my hat — I told her I needed it to cover my balding head.
Headed back in the truck after a day of eating, relaxing, and using the internet.
From back here, you can smell the third world right up your nostrils. The burning, the sewage, the animals, the diesel, all of it.
An abandoned rickshaw?
The Falcon bedliner had a built-in cupholder for tailgating
This miserable looking old truck full of people sounded like a tractor and belched smoke
Hmm, a bridge without guard rails