Are you Ting Tong?



Chiang Khong, well what can I say. A thai green curry that was just beeeeaaaauuuuutiful (for mum and Lindsay), a Thai massage on my legs that included the lady walking up my body on her knees, and lots of weird twisting in my toes and was friggin awesome. We were staying at this place called Boom House, the guy who ran it was crazy, which was hilarious to watch. There was late night terrible Karaoke at the place next door, the girls in the next room were playing some crazy Thai music game until very late, a dog started barking outside at 2am and a bunch of other Brits turned up at 3am, talking and sorting out the room. Ahh well. The next morning we got up at 7 to have breakfast then go to Laos. The guy is taking us to get visas, and we're in the car and he starts singing, 'I will sing for you my friends, I will sing for you my friends'. He nicknamed Claire long legs. At the border he was telling us his name was Ting Tong, which I've found means crazy hahahaha. He really was. He used to be a Thai boxer until he got old and crazy he said. To Laos!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Isle of Colonsay

Barcelona, my darling

Coastal fun