It's been a long time since I got a decent nights sleep. With the rain getting steadily heavier the amphibian population has been getting steadily larger. And Louder. What was a gentle lullaby has become a cacophony, though it's been getting gradually better for two reasons, one I found my zinc and magnesium Tablets. The other is, I am now pushing myself so hard in the gym that my body shuts down every chance it gets, although for some reason, no matter how tired I am getting into bed, it takes the guts of 3 hours before I'm in the land of nod. At least I get to catch up in the afternoons. It's important for a fighter to sleep in the afternoon but the trick is not to overdo it or you'll be up all bastard night. And there's not much to do in the middle of the night except fantasize about frog torture.
Well, my plan kind of back fired. The mystery scratching in the attic turned out to be be two giant bleeding lizards. I think there gecko's but I don't really know much about reptiles. Except that two big specimens surprising you on you way out the door will proper scare the bejeezus out of you.
I'm lying on my mattress now and my neck is hanging. Grappled with two of the better guys at the gym today. One who has a ton of experience and the other makes up any lack of experience in brute strength. Great for the training but it's murder on poor old me. And boy do I feel old. I've also developed a sprain in my foot and I've no idea why. A lot of injuries tend to clear up overnight and I really hope this foot is one of them.
Two of the lads are fighting next Monday but if I'm being honest I doubt I can afford the time away from training. Going to the fights involves at least 24 if not 36 hours away from the camp. I might feel differently by next week but already the inner demons have got a hold on my confidence and are trying to crush it. I'd give anything to hear the words, 'Don't worry man, you smash him for sure', in a Brazilian accent.
That's it for today, I'm off to a barbecue. It's a hard life. :D
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Once bitten
Went out for 'one' drink on Saturday. That's an Irish 'one' rather than any sort of empirical measurement. Got bitten by a dog in one of the bars. Suppose I shouldn't be surprised, everything else in the country's been having a taste. Anyway, I remember thinking I better go for a tetanus shot but on my way to hospital I thought I was way too drunk so I just went home instead. At 10kmh. It took forever. Fortunately I didn’t develop rabies but it would have been hard to tell the difference on Sunday morning.
So now I've moved back to Pai. Another few hundred kilometres through the jungle on the moped and one hell of a tan. Sunday was supposed to be my last day but a massive hangover put it back by a day. And an unreliable bus service put it back by another, but I made it in the end.
I made the mistake of going for the first place that had all my criteria without really checking it out properly. So now I live in a house in another poxy mangrove. It looked grand on the first day but by the second night I realized I was living in an exact replica f the insect exhibit at London zoo. There's a gravity defying frog in my bathroom who lives in the toilet but is kind enough to jump onto the wall when he sees you approaching, a spider the size of my hand. I've never really had a problem with spiders, but when the’re big enough to see their facial expressions, you start to wonder if nature isn’t out to get you. There's something living in the attic that gets very active after dark. Best case scenario it's a bird that’s got trapped but from the amount of scratching and burrowing it's more likely a large mouse or a small rat. Although with any luck it'll run afoul of the bee's nest which is also in the attic, not far from my head. The only solution I've thought of is to befriend two of the local cats and entice them into my place with bowls of milk in the hope they'll catch it or at least make the place smell a little less rodent friendly. I've been earnestly looking for a new place for the last few days. Don't get me wrong here, I like nature. Just not all of it at once. If I get a yearning for a ton of nature in my sitting room I can always stick David Attenborough on the box.
So I'm back into the training now, after nearly a week off although as I write this I am recovering from another night on the sauce courtesy of Jenny Campbell. If you've never seen her and are curious what she looks like, just look on my left shoulder any Saturday night. She'll be the one dressed in red. With horns, a tail and a trident, extolling the virtues of Vodka and chocolate into my ear on an almost subliminal level.
It's back down to Chiang Mai tomorrow after training to watch one of the guys fight and to get a few things I forgot to bring. Not least of which are a few ingredients for my chicken salads which I'll be eating for the next 9 months or so.
That's all for now. There'll be more when I'm back.
So now I've moved back to Pai. Another few hundred kilometres through the jungle on the moped and one hell of a tan. Sunday was supposed to be my last day but a massive hangover put it back by a day. And an unreliable bus service put it back by another, but I made it in the end.
I made the mistake of going for the first place that had all my criteria without really checking it out properly. So now I live in a house in another poxy mangrove. It looked grand on the first day but by the second night I realized I was living in an exact replica f the insect exhibit at London zoo. There's a gravity defying frog in my bathroom who lives in the toilet but is kind enough to jump onto the wall when he sees you approaching, a spider the size of my hand. I've never really had a problem with spiders, but when the’re big enough to see their facial expressions, you start to wonder if nature isn’t out to get you. There's something living in the attic that gets very active after dark. Best case scenario it's a bird that’s got trapped but from the amount of scratching and burrowing it's more likely a large mouse or a small rat. Although with any luck it'll run afoul of the bee's nest which is also in the attic, not far from my head. The only solution I've thought of is to befriend two of the local cats and entice them into my place with bowls of milk in the hope they'll catch it or at least make the place smell a little less rodent friendly. I've been earnestly looking for a new place for the last few days. Don't get me wrong here, I like nature. Just not all of it at once. If I get a yearning for a ton of nature in my sitting room I can always stick David Attenborough on the box.
So I'm back into the training now, after nearly a week off although as I write this I am recovering from another night on the sauce courtesy of Jenny Campbell. If you've never seen her and are curious what she looks like, just look on my left shoulder any Saturday night. She'll be the one dressed in red. With horns, a tail and a trident, extolling the virtues of Vodka and chocolate into my ear on an almost subliminal level.
It's back down to Chiang Mai tomorrow after training to watch one of the guys fight and to get a few things I forgot to bring. Not least of which are a few ingredients for my chicken salads which I'll be eating for the next 9 months or so.
That's all for now. There'll be more when I'm back.
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