DAY 171. THAI BAR DISASTER KO JUM

Last night was interesting. I went to this bar called Fu Bar which was nice – it had some proper friendly Thais running it, called Gallah and O. Gallah made me a smashing Mojito soon as I got there so I was tipsy pretty quick. I had a few more beers chatting to an Australian couple. They were classic Aussies, asking for tinnies and smashing through them like wildfire. She kept referring to me as little Pommy boy which I kind of liked though it was definitely weird.

Then disaster struck. I realised I’d forgotten my money – it was left in the bungalow way back down the beach. I informed O and asked the Aussies to watch my bag while I grabbed the money. I could have taken my bag but felt I owed the bar guys a bit of insurance I was coming back.

Bear in mind this is a big beach. It took me aaages to get back to my hut. It was also pretty dark, so I was clambering over rocks, falling into mini beach river canyons, stubbing my toes and avoiding rope obstacles. It was like the ‘On A Bear Hunt’ book but in the dark.

Finally I got back to the hut where, as I stood at the door, I realised I’d left my keys back at the bar. In my ‘insurance’ bag. Shit. Either I had to go on another bear hunt, just to get my keys, which of course would involve another TWO bear hunts on top of that in order to grab the money then return once again to the bar. Three more bear hunts was more than I could handle, so I went for the other option, try to break into my hut. 

As mentioned in a previous instalment the hut was not the most cutting edge of constructions. This was good with regards to breaking in, I soon found. I clambered right up to the window, shoved it open, and fell in. It was bad, however, with regards to the huge chunk of the building I obliterated on my way up. I later failed miserably to disguise this.

Once inside I desperately searched for my money pouch. Then it dawned on me. Some time earlier at the bar, before all this drama had begun, I had heard a small thud. I thought nothing of it. ‘Probably just a massive insect or something’ was the thought that passed my brain. But now it became more important. That was my goddamn money!

I climbed out the hut once more, taking out another chunk as I went. Walked briskly back to the bar and there it was, on the floor where I’d first sat. My money pouch. 

What a polava.

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