Happy Saturday everyone. I come to you today from an outdoor eating area where we usually have breakfast. Today however Sam and I are sitting in the dark watching Spurs on the TV while eating a tub of ice cream each and sipping on a cold can of Chang. Oh and it’s still bloody hot. It’s a tough life.

Yesterday was possibly the hottest day on record, anywhere, ever. It was so hot we were all considering curling up in a fully heated oven just to cool down. It was the type of heat you can’t do anything in. The type of heat FIFA feel suitable to host a World Cup in. Simply put…ridiculous.

While Soph enjoys laying still while soaking up UV light, Hartfield and I have taken to walking the 45 minute journey up and down the beach to top up our tans. From the look of Soph’s skin I think it’s pretty clear who’s method is working best, but Sam and I are very content with ours.

Before leaving our apartment for the beach we always make sure we are fully covered in Sun cream. Then the second we get down the beach we jump in the sea which washes it all off. It’s a bit silly really, but at least psychologically we have tried to protect ourselves. Jokes jokes jokes. Of course we reapply. I do Harfields back. I do Soph’s back. Nobody does my back….

Well that was the case before our beach walk yesterday. It wasn’t until a couple of hours later I realised my back had been naked all day.

I hate sunburn. I mean I would be pretty surprised if someone liked being burnt but I especially hate it. Even the slightest bit of pink will send me fretting. Yesterday was no exception. As  soon as I realised I went into panic mode. I scouted out the only shady part of the beach and went and sat on my own on a rock. Until a crab went for my foot. Little S**t!

Thankfully last night wasn’t too bad. Needed a top up of aloe vera during the night but it wasn’t too bad. The worst moment of the night was when Hartfield came in to use the toilet to see me fast asleep with my naked arse in the air. Worse for Hartfield that is. Jealousy can be a harsh thing.

Today we headed down the beach for a couple of hours  before catching a bus to Phuket Town. We had been told there was a huge night market there which we just couldn’t miss. The bus journey was only about half hour, but was so busy we had to effectively sit on the floor the whole way. We were all relieved when we finally reached our destination.

A tuk tuk driver was of course on hand the second we got off the bus to point us in the direction of the weekend market. We needed something to eat first but after searching around for ages we simply couldn’t find anything remotely like a restaurant. Thankfully we bumped into an English couple who were as equally lost. They walked with us to the main part of town and showed us to a restaurant before parting ways.

After dinner we walked around again pretending we knew the place like the back of our hands. We were just about to get some cash out when a taxi pulled up behind us and told us to get in. It was the same English couple from before, on their way to the weekend market. They loved to chat but they paid for the taxi journey. So thank you random English couple. Thank you!

The weekend market in Phuket Town is big. Perhaps not as big as the outdoor extravaganza in Chiang Mai, but it’s still pretty huge. If you haven’t been to a night market in Thailand then this one is great. If you have, then you would have seen everything on sale already. The classic Singha logo vest. The inevitable fake Beats headphones. The standard wooden frog. It’s all there. But it’s all everywhere.

We spent about an hour wondering around the place before we jumped in a 500b taxi back to Kata Beach. You can never get used to the roads out here. Nobody has a right of way. It’s just whoever wants it more, wins. Yet nobody seems to ever crash. Which is a good thing as nobody seems to wear a seat belt either. Except us of course.

Apart from yesterday, the King’s birthday, where alcohol is rarely sold, we have been going to this little bar selling all cocktails at 50% off. We headed straight there, ordered our favourites and sat down to drink. Only then did we notice all the 50% off signs had been changed to 20%. Done again! Just when you think you can relax. BAM! They’ve screwed you again.

It didn’t stop us enjoying them but we still felt we were missing something. Hence why I come to you with my can of Chang and tub of ice cream. A lovely finish to another superb couple of days.

Tomorrow…who knows? But I can guarantee it won’t be snowing…

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