Oh Sh*t

It’s almost been three weeks since starting this new “Thailand chapter” in our lives. We’ve adjusted to life sans airconditioning and driving on the left side of the road. We’ve learned our way around the island and can tell you some bangin’ sunset spots. We’ve met Mary-Jane, watched some She-mans shake it, and our biggest accomplishment which happened yesterday, a backpacker said “it’s nice meeting locals while traveling” talking about me…have I already made it as a local? I’m still working on my military time skills and recognizing that 12/06/15 means it’s not December 6th but it’s more obviously the 12th of June. But just as quickly as we decided to purchase those one way tickets back in March, we are finding ourselves quickily fitting in to this lifestyle and we certainly don’t see ourselves wanting to leave anytime soon. 



This weekend was as eventful as it was uneventful. I was lucky to not only find myself with 2 days off in a row but was excited to score them on a Saturday and Sunday. Unfortunately, it was my turn to get the shit end of the stick. Quite literally, Mikes food poisoning made its round to my body and I had never missed the comfort of my own throne and extra soft toilet paper, possibly even missed the luxury of flushing the toilet with out using a bucket, so badly. 
Saturday:
We woke up around 8 and headed off to get breakfast before Mike went off for a Dive. I happily enjoyed  a double shot of espresso and a fresh coconut. Mike swears we were eating next to Bonno from U2, I told him if it really was Bonno than he should go tell him how we didn’t appreciate his whole shitty album automatically downloading itself onto our iTunes. 
Eventually Mike went for a dive and I hung out in Sairee, walking around and reading my book on the beach. I successfully unlocked my phone and was able to get a Thai number and 3G hooked up to it. I bought myself a mask and snorkel, with the anticipation of starting my diving on my days off at New Way this week. Than I hung out at the dive shop waiting for Mike to come back, drinking a large Singha and playing cards with some of the guys.    
We got back to the bungalow, took quick showers and headed out for dinner and some weekend drinks. But that plan went to shit real quick.  (Am I punny today or just disgusting?) 




Just like when the monsoon rolled in Friday night when we were about to watch the sunset on the beach, my stomach failed me just as our meals were coming out. We left, stopped for extra water and Gatorade and laid in bed watching The Dark Night for the 7th time this week. (We forgot to bring DVDs here, and only have 2 movies downloaded on Mikes Mac. #firstworldproblems )
Sunday 
We woke up for breakfast, but after being up all night I was in no condition to be out and about. We headed home from town and I went back to sleep as Mike did some course work for the dive class he’s taking. I woke up in the afternoon, pretty bummed to be spending my day off sick, and insisted we go snorkel at the beach. That was fun for 20 minutes until that idea also, went to shit. 
We came back up to the bungalow and I went for another round of The Dark Night as Mike did more course work. 
With the data on my phone, we can now get on the Internet in our bungalow. We checked the Koh Tao for sale Facebook page, and today we finally picked up a hot plate! We also met up and checked out a dirt bike that may be a little more expensive than I think we should spend, but we will be buying it tomorrow. Mike brings up a valid argument that when we leave, we can sell the bike and hopefully get back what we put down. 
As I update you about our weekend, we are sitting outside with mosquito incense burning and Mike is serenading me on ukulele. He almost convinced me that there was something hissing inside, I’ve got to stop falling for all his jokes.
I’m feeling a little better now, so we’re going to head out to the market so we can start taking full advantage of our new hot plate! 
Tomorrow I’m back to work and Mike will head off for an afternoon dive. 
Hopefully this week is smooth sailing and we don’t have to put up with any kind of shit. 

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