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Anyway so there was no blog yesterday as you know. It also happened to be the day after Soph’s birthday celebrations that involved a higher than average quantity of alcohol. Coincidence, I think not.

So I will sum up yesterday before we get on with today by saying we had breakfast, we laid on the beach, swam in the sea, bought a couple of fruit shakes (actually an extra one due to dropping one immediately after paying for it), had lunch, picked up our clean washing from the laundry place, laid on the beach, swam in the sea, had dinner, drank cocktails, went to bed. Just your normal December day really.

Soph is a huge fan of picking up our clean washing. Fresh,  perfectly ironed clothes seem to put a massive smile on her face. Wash day for me signals the day I need to buy an all new wardrobe. Well the clothes that go in it anyway. Wouldn’t  want to lug a huge wardrobe around the world with us. You see the laundrettes out here have a habit of shrinking all my t-shirts. With my huge biceps I’m constantly ripping through my t-shirts anyway, so making them any smaller make them impossible to wear. Thankfully I can pick up a designer t-shirt for about £2 out here. And they are 100% the real deal…apparently.

So that was yesterday. Today started a lot earlier than usual. About half 5 to be exact. There was a coughing coming from the living/kitchen/Hartfield’s bedroom area. A coughing that sounded more and more vicious as we started to break out of our deep sleep. A coughing that sounded very much like someone throwing up their chicken dinner, bottle of Chang and three cocktails into the sink.

Soph and I waited until it seemed like all had calmed down before opening our bedroom door to see what all the noise was. And lo and behold there was Sam stabbing large chunks of chicken down the plug hole with a plastic spoon. “Food poisoning” he said, with chunks of chicken hanging from his chin. Poor Sam. He has been poorly all day. He couldn’t even handle his scrambled eggs at breakfast this morning.

But he is on holiday and in search (need) of a good tan for his work Christmas party. So being the good friends we are, we made sure he got up and down the beach for some relaxation. Thankfully some paracetamol, cold water and a strawberry fruit shake have helped bring him back to top form. Now all he needs is a chicken and reheated rice dinner accompanied by a large Chang. That will sort him out.

Down the beach we topped up on Sun cream, chilled in the Sun for a while before cooling off in the sea. It wasn’t long before Soph was complaining of another bite on her leg. She has literally been eaten alive out here so it was nothing new to hear her swearing about the bloody mosquitoes. But we were in the sea this time and unless they have managed to invent tiny scuba dive equipment for mosquitoes, it surely had to be something else.

The pain become unbearable so we all got out to take a look at what was causing it. Poor Soph’s inside leg had bubbled up like she’d just pressed an iron on to it. We quickly got down the pharmacy for some cream that seems to have eradicated the swelling. Turns out, thanks to Google, it was some sort of tiny jelly fish that had stung her in the sea. Apparently the symptoms of a jelly fish sting are lots of sweating and redness of the skin. Then again they are also the symptoms of sunbathing on a Thailand beach in December. But from pictures online, it really does look like she could have been stung.

With Soph’s injuries and Sam feeling a little delicate still we headed back to our apartment. Our apartment really is great. It’s so much more upmarket than the hostels we’ve been used to. I mean it has hot water for starters. It also has in influx of geckos on the walls. Oh and during last night’s excitement Sam managed to get his head out the sink just long enough to catch a frog under a glass. Something Soph was really happy about as it seemed to be only a baby frog. And if you know Soph you know she love baby anythings. I can see her cousins excitedly looking at each other with that comment.

We headed out to our usual eatery for dinner as we were all feeling a little jaded and weren’t up for too much exploration around town. Too much Sun and not enough water can mess with your body very quickly. And today we were all feeling the effects. After we slowly walked back to the apartment, past the fruit stalls and roti stands for an early night and some well earned rest. Sleeping in the Sun all day can be hard work.

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