Monique and Justin's Travels

There’s this one Thai massage chick here who always tries to crush my head when I’m at her studio. Seriously, she throws all of her 42kg into trying to either crush my head, break my knees, twist my back, or separate my muscles from my bones.

I think the prudent thing would be to not go there except that the foot massages from her are great since I’ve moved up to the black belt level of foot massages and gladly take anything she throws at me.

Anyway, I don’t have a corresponding photo so here’s a sunset from a cool bar called Fizz.

So what happens when Europeans come to Thailand to escape the bad weather in their countries but all show up here with colds? They get the rest of us sick!

I’m convinced buckets are the culprit. Basically you take some seriously cheap Thai whiskey, toss it in a small bucket (like what kids take to the beach), mix it with Coke or Red Bull or something, and put straws in it. Then it gets passed around among the masses and bam! Everyone is sick.
Of course this sucks because if you’re sick you can’t dive. But my parents are here and I didn’t plan to dive much anyway so it’s fine.
No photo of sick people. I almost inserted a photo of a fat guy in a speedo which I also consider fairly sick but I think we can go ahead and skip that. -jp