Day 9: Discussing the Crab

I'll not dwell on the state of both rooms in the morning. Was it an orgy or a murder that had just taken place? I've felt better and my cock will be out of action for a day or two.

Jonny and Henry were still going. Mo had disappeared, so there was nothing else to do but go and lie on the beach and think things over. The weather was overcast and the sea was rough, so me and Harry went for a shop. Silent, and both feeling a little guilty.

We got harassed by suit sellers every thirty seconds. Fucking suits. I'm sick of suits. Mo wore his Egyptian Cotton again last night, and it still looked terrible. We ended up in a crowded dingy market where Thai men tried to sell fake football tops and Thai boxing gloves. All the stalls sell the same shit. I bought an ashtray of a man fucking a woman up the arse, and the dice throwing game you play with the pros. There was tshirt which summed up walking along the streets in Thailand- 'I don't want a fucking suit, tuc-tuc or massage'.

I've grown used to being in here. For the first week everything amazed me. Now it's all calmed down a bit. Seeing a 60 year old man with a young boy no longer shocks me. Things just happen like that in Phuket, and nobody really gives a shit.

We've eaten out every meal for the last 10 days. I'm still marginally lighter than Henry, but my shorts are feeling tight and it's unlikely I'm going to pull anybody other than a pro. The food in Phuket isn't great. It's westernised, and isn't as fresh as Koh Tao. People only come to Phuket for one thing.

So many people live off nothing here. It's easy to get irratated by the constant pestering on the streets but that is just how they make their living. It was a quiet kind of day. A complete contrast to last night. We had a few beers and watched the start of the Ashes, and talked about last night with disgust and glee.