The Wolf Pack

A short bumpy catamaran trip and the lads had arrived in Koh Tao, or turtle island; named due to it looking absolutely nothing like a turtle. The boys were welcomed with a severe lack of sunshine, but plenty of rain which saw them dart into the closest bar.

After getting settled into some pretty standard accommodation the boys thought it wise to consume some food before buying the necessary items for the evening ahead; aka whiskey, s-p-rite and ice. The beverages were going down swimmingly and before they knew it they were crawling the streets in search for the nearest piece of action. Like a group of disillusioned lions, the pack stalked their way around the dance floor as if they were hunting in the plains of Africa. The boys had not received the memo that no-one was drinking, leaving them as the only intoxicated customers in the bar. Mr Charlick did take a swipe at the backside of a near-by lioness, who swiftly turned round to say: "don't you ever do that again!". With very little success the pack retreated to their lair for the night.

Kho Tao

Koh Tao, being hugely popular for it's scuba diving courses, would appear to explain why the boys found themselves prancing around like puppies on heat whilst everyone else was staying well clear of alcohol due to diving. Awakening to rain the next day provided very little to do which lead Crouch and Johnny to sign up to an open water Scuba diving course. This saw the two taking a break from buckets for the next few evenings as their course involved early mornings to dive and school classroom sessions, and even homework.

Whilst Crouch and Jonny enjoyed their time spent at 18 meters underwater admiring the marine life, James and Sam got stuck into some serious night life. Once you know where to go, Koh Tao has a pretty impressive display of events in the evening; including fire shows in which balls of fire are tossed from one side of the beach to the other, a flaming skipping rope which saw many victims and a wheel of fire to dive through. The pack wisely decided to stay clear of these events after seeing a girl dive face first into the wheel of fire...hilarious.

On a big night out in Koh Tao Sam bumped into a couple of drunken swedes (men) and at this point the rest of the pack had decided to return home. James had spent the evening heroically wooing a Swedish international footballer who we would later name Beckham, unfortunately to no avail. Sam continued to the early morning with the crazy swedes refusing to leave any bars until they had "turned out the lights!". As you can imagine reader, this lead to a very hungover Sam Charlick, until there were rumbles of Jonny getting a Mohican in the next room. Johnny throughout the night had made big claims that he was going to fashion a new haircut and to the amusement of the pack he delivered the next morning with Mr Di Mambro donning his clippers. Now all he had to do was lay back and watch the women flock to him like a peacock....or not!

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With half the pack enjoying their dive course and the other enjoying the relaxation of the beautiful beach, neither expected the surprise they would receive that evening. KNOCK KNOCK! Its only bloody surprise guests Sarah Tyler and Dave Brennan at the door, yet another 2 guests from Basingstoke!! This was an overwhelming shock to everyone and very welcomed. In true pack style the group decided to attend a huge night out with the Basingstoke Massive. Sam and James would find themselves entering a beer pong competition. And even with the support of Crouch and Johnny chanting "Come on Basingstoke" the boys could not see off 2 pretty hot women who destroyed them in the first round (although Sam and James still protest that it wasn't proper beer pong rules) After this defeat the 'Scuba diving crew massive' decided to return for the night due an early start in the morning whilst the rest of the pack stayed out on the beach. A slowly dissembled pack left Sam and Dave at the bar with a lovely lady inquiring as to where James was...this lead to a half asleep James being woken up to Dave and Sam at the door quoting "Here you are lad, we've brought something for you" before leaving the girl within his capable hands!

Return of the Mohicans

The next day Crouch and Johnny went on another diving expedition whilst Sam, James, Dave and Sarah hopped on a fisherman's boat to a little island just north of Koh Tao. Here they spent the day snorkeling and generally relaxing on a very picturesque beach before climbing to the top of the mountain to get a birds eye view of the island. That night the boys went out on the lash again and bumped into fellow lady travellers previously mentioned in past blogs! Whilst Sam took a stroll down the beach with one of the ladies, James took to giving birthday celebrations to another!

The following morning would provide two of the best quotes heard on this knowledgeable trip so far. Dave would find himself in a crossfire with a girl that told him: "Your never going to get laid wearing those ridiculous elephant trousers!" Only for Dave to retaliate with: " F@#k OFF! You Capitalistic C#@t!" Sam would also find himself under fire receiving an email from a certain lady friend, qoute..unqoute " Dont ever speak to me again after last night!"

Next on the agenda for the Wolf Pack was the FULL MOON PARTY!

The night bus from Bangkok to Phuket was relatively comfortable as far as Asian public transport goes but was still on par with SAS interrogation training with regard to minutes slept. A few beers in a trendy local bar was the best effort the lads could make before heading back to the hostel.

The pack was up early, eager to get to Kho Phi Phi and the prospect of beautiful beaches and their bikini clad inhabitants! The island is situated a few hours from the mainland and accessed by ferry, the sun was out so the lads situated themselves at the stern of the vessel (technical terminology concerning ships curtsey of Mr Croucher). This proved to be a sound choice for around 20 minutes until the wind picked up as did the waves soaking everyone to the bone stupid enough to sit outside. The quick fix was a few shots of whiskey and relocation to the middle deck.

Phi Phi

Upon arrival at the hotel it became obvious almost instantly that the owner was a reincarnation of a high ranking Nazi officer if not The Führer himself. within seconds she accused Charlick of stealing her marker pen, something he pointed out was "f***ing ridiculous, why would I want your f***ing pen" this well constructed argument against the alleged theft didn't stop her from spending the next 15 minutes checking CCTV. After a few hours it became apparently that she watched CCTV almost constantly as she would appear from nowhere shouting at guests to take their shoes off, often threatening financial penalties for the inexcusable behavior.

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The first evening proved to be very messy with the pack separating at the beach party, 3/4 finding female company then reuniting back at the hotel after hours. The two Sam's made arrangements and parted ways again. James decided to continue conversations as Johny was "asleep". The following morning the two Sam's were evicted for noise and footwear related felonies. Fortunately Charlick wasn't around to handle the situation so James managed to convince Miss Hitler to move them to another room. It turned out being loud at 4 am woke up the two blokes doing renovation work on the rooms. To which Sam ranted "he wakes me up every morning angle grinding bamboo why doesn't he get evicted!"

Just been for a piss

The following day it became very apparent that Crouch had not let England down and managed to get horrifically sun burnt. He was even identified as; that guy with the White vest and red arms several days later on a boat trip. The result, a classic Brit abroad shade of rouge, a t-shirt on the beach and a rotor (grudgingly accepted) for the application of after sun in 'hard to reach' places.

Turtle Island (maybe)

The next few days followed the same pattern of beach by day party by night. A bat and ball was purchased but encourage aggressive competition and eventually broke within a few hours use. The second evening on Phi Phi Croucher managed to attract the attentions of the drunkest girl on the island who ended up passing out, throwing up and pissing in Charlicks bed (after Crouch put her there)! Fortunately Charlick was aware the room was occupied and went in search of other accommodation to continue an intimate debate from the beach. The ploy: walking into a hotel and trying to open doors. Upon the second attempt an empty room (including air conditioning and a brand new matrice) was secured. Result. Johny after last nights live performance was determine not to be the first home and spent the early hours of the morning engaged in chit chatter on the beach.

Next up was a multi island boat tour. Ultimately ending at the island where The Beach is set. It's probably worth noting that several of the places mentioned in the next paragraph may not exist as the correct names have been forgotten. First up was a spot of snorkeling at 'sharks point' this proved to be far more of a work out than anticipated due to the strong currents. Several Nemo style fish were spotted in close proximity and also a shark at long range (this may of been drift wood but for namesake it was a shark). The first activity and a stinking hangover claimed it's first victim in James who spent the next few hours asleep in the haul of the boat. Kayaking was next on the agenda at a place called Turtle Island, the remainder of the pack paddled over to the island which didn't appear to have any turtles but did have some spectacular scenery and an abundance of women and homosexuals posing in the surf. The second member of the pack dropped after this excursion, Croucher joining Dimambro in the haul. Monkey Island did actually have monkeys on it. Sam and Johny snorkeled over to be greeted by some seriously aggressive chimps, the majority of the time was spent in the safety of the water watching American tourists being chased up and down the beach. Finally the main event, Phi Phi Leh, set location for the Beach and seemingly every tourist in the area. Despite being busy and lacking a marijuana plantation it was very picturesque, some classic photos were taken and sunset was really special.

Beaches

Kung Poo

By this point Crouchers influence on the trip was well underway with everyone talking in Scottish accents and groaning "ooooowh you bastard" under there breaths on sighting attractive females. This happened alot and definitely wasn't as discreet as the pack presumed.

Due to the lack of patients in Chang Mai James, Johny and Sam had to go to Burma for visa extensions. This Proved to be a annoying but necessary trip. Unless you were Sam who didn't bother to check his Passport until at the Burmese boarder only to find he had 30 days rather than the 15 James and Johny had. How this happened it's unknown. What is known though is Sam spent £25 to sit on a bus for 12 hours and sacrifice a pair of pants to go to the toilet at the Thai-Burma boarder!

It has been brought to the pack's attention that most blogs previously have neglected to include any cultural substance and informative scripture on the current locations of the pack; however, the pack ask you this...would you rather read about the historic and cultural importance of said visited places OR read a funny sex story involving numerous members of the pack? Nuff' said!

Bangkok saw the arrival of a much more spritely pack! Gone were the days of horrendous 24 hour journey's and cockroach infested sleeper buses...this time the pack decided to treat themselves to an actual flight! After a mere 1 hour (apposed to a 16 hour bus) the boys arrived back in Bangkok's main airport in preparation to meet special guest member, Mr Sam Croucher! In a shock twist, not only did the boys manage to book a flight for the same day as Sam, they even managed to time it so they arrived only minutes before he would! How impressive is that!

It's worth mentioning here that a day prior to this journey, the boys found themselves scouring through Chang Mai's night market in search of some 'authentic Thai clothing' to wear for Croucher's arrival! This ended in a numerous dodgy looks and a face of 'you travellers make me sick' from every local they walked past! If anything, this only encouraged the pack to wear their new found garments for the whole of the following day! So in summary, Bangkok's international arrivals area saw three bearded and mustache'd Englishmen, all wearing 'local' gear, holding up a sign saying 'Mr Croucher' Needless to say the rapturous laughter of an overly excited Crouch could be heard throughout the whole airport! Job well done!

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After some manly hugs and a few exchanges of appreciation/approval of facial hair, the fab 4 jumped in a taxi heading towards Koh San Road! A taxi journey made even more special as it was driven by none other than Elvis (a short Thai man who upon seeing James' guitar decided to give the boys a rendition of 'Love me tender' in his best Elvis impression. Quickly followed by a "Thankyou, thankyou very much")

With a previous booking made, the boys dumped their bags at a hostel and hit the streets for Crouch's introduction of Thai food! A few green curry's later the boys parked themselves at a lively bar on Koh San Road and began the saga of "Chineham vs The World" in pool games! It was noted that 4 drunk men parading around a pool table like giddy school girls seemed to attract a lot of attention, and the pack quickly gained some allies to hit a club with! Buckets in hand, the first night back proved to be well on the way of becoming one of the boys messiest! An appropriate conclusion as mid-sentence with a girl, Crouch decided to projectile vomit a whole nights worth of alcohol (much to the ladies amusement) all over the dance-floor. He would later be found alone, hunched over a seat (still on the dancefloor) by James who also managed to witness some of the green liquid escaping from Sam's mouth, landing directly on James' feet! All in all, a top night that firmly cemented Crouch into the pack!

The next morning a hungover and partially jet-lagged pack decided upon a trip to the zoo! A zoo that contained a 4-D cinema, a supposed theme park (most definitely another lie from Asia's tourist information) AND a seal show! Upon entering the zoo, the boys were faced with a fully grown elephant, chained up and confined to a space no larger than your average garage! Though cruel and harsh, a few quick snaps were taken before commencing the tour! The zoo did house some impressive animals (tigers, leopards, monkeys, gorillas, giraffes etc) however as you may have guessed, the main attraction would be the seal show!

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With tickets purchased, the boys sat down to enjoy one of the finest show's ever seen (and before you say anything, It's not cruel if their getting fed for it! You would go and see Shamu the whale at Disney wouldn't you? Exactly!)

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Here are few of the tricks they performed:

Throwing basketball's through hoops
Doing headers with a football (more than the boys could manage themselves)
Performing their own special handshake with their trainers
Catching frisbee's
Catching hula-hoops
Going through an obstacle course whilst throwing a small ball up and down (effortlessly i might add)

All rounded off with them applauding themselves for their efforts! A truly remarkable display of acrobatics and ball skills! With the day drawing to a close, the next stop for the boys would be the infamous Sky Bar, a setting so beautiful it was even used in The Hangover 2. Here's how someone who actually can write well describes the experience:

"The sheer size and magnitude of this enormous city is best experienced at one of Bangkok's trendy rooftop venues, from where you can enjoy a bird's eye view of this sprawling metropolis while sipping on a refreshing cocktail"

Sounds pretty amazing doesn't it! Unfortunately the boys would completely miss this opportunity due to their standard non-existent organisation and willingness to listen to advise given by fellow travellers and tour guides! Having being told its a more "upper-class" venue, vests and shorts were dumped and a rarely worn shirt/smart t-shirt was donned. The lower region would prove to be the downfall! As was explained before, no shorts are allowed! For James, Johnny and Sam they decided that rather than wear some hot jeans, they would throw on their trousers from their local gear! Due to the lack of jeans brought and the 'larger' size of crouch, he was unable to borrow any jeans and wore some smart (ish) shorts instead! As they were driven into the "this place looks way too nice for us" hotel, the boys were greeted by a friendly Thai lady who promptly advised us of the rules. "No Shorts" damn! Also it was pointed out that the other 3 weren't allowed in either with their "fishermen's trousers" Upon reflection, they did look like a tramps pyjamas!

The boys then spent the next hour trying to pay a suit shop to lend Crouch some trousers for the night! This actually worked after half hours worth of negotiation, only to be pulled back into the shop by the manager who had just turned up (bastard) This was all the excuse needed for some beers and pool in a bar that certainly didn't contain any view's of a 'sprawling metropolis' just a lady boy and a man shouting "you want ping pong show?"

The night that followed contained an innovative rule in pool whereby upon leaving yourself with only the black ball, the shot must be taken with your partner on your back, using your hand as the rest while they hold the cue!

After bumping into a James Benfell look-a-like, James and Johnny headed home while the two Sam's stayed out for a night cap! Late night Mac Donalds purchased, they were heading to another bar and came across a truly remarkable sight. The sight of black man running down the road, whilst being chased by and angry Thai holding a rather large dildo. The angry Thai then preceded to beat the living sh*t out of the man. What a 'cock'...although the guy must of been a 'dick' about something!

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The next day saw the boys indulge in some more trendy vests before departing for Phuket (or F*ck-it, as Croucher pronounced)

For all you culture vultures here's some interesting facts about Thailand (taken straight out of a guide book)

Known as Siam until 1939, Thailand covers an area of 511,770 square kilometers!
It's population is around 63 million!
Average life expectancy is 72 years!
Buddhism is the national religion!

Done!

Previous reports would often begin with a tale of aimless wondering, stitch ups, arguments and despair. Not today, well not too much. Many people have been privy to the shear incompetence of the pack with regard to organisation. After the Luang Prabang caper Ian took pity, teaching the lads a handy trick involving IPhones, GPS and preloaded maps. Such was the confidence in this new technology two girls from the bus were more than happy to follow the lads to Chadda House. The plan was executed perfectly, the only problem being that the address was wrong! Que: 5 tired, angry travellers in the blazing heat staring at a wooden fence. Fortunately a 50 year old sex tourist was close by and as he'd "been visiting for years" knew we were just a few roads away.

First impressions of the hostel were a mix between boot and concentration camp. Although once the shock of bunk beds in lines had passed it proved to be a really nice hostel. The 3 (suspected) homosexuals who run the place were very helpful. Bags were dropped and McDonalds was located with the help of another inmate Noah.

The pack billed the next day as "sort our f***ing lives out day". With several items needing to be completed the most important of which: Visa Extension. Unfortunately for the lads Thai immigration policy only allows 15 day visas for people entering over land. With 30 days remaining on the Thailand trip this proved troublesome, even more so with a £10 per day fine for over staying. The boys set out to the Chiang Mai immigration office nice and early only to find it full of (suspected) sex tourists, the love of their lives and chinease slaves. The general mood slipped from good to Ok-ish, a quick scan of information suggested that it would cost £40 to extend a visa for any amount of time up to 60 days. The mood turned to irritated. An employee informed the pack they would require a photo and a photocopy of their passports, both of which needed to be paid for. The mood slammed into outraged! A family meeting was held in the car park a vote taken and the notion passed to "sod this lot we'll just go to Burma on the 30th". The pack, satisfied that entering a country where it is recommened to:

"Exercise caution in the border areas with Thailand, Laos or China" and that "The situation in ethnic states where armed groups operate is volatile." Especially considering "There is a general threat from terrorism in Burma. Attacks could be indiscriminate, including in places frequented by expatriates and foreign travellers."

Was a good idea so rewarded themselves with a mcdonalds!

Pack on the beers

In Noah the pack had quickly recruited a forth man again. A student in Bangkok who was forced to retreat to Chiang Mai due to the floods, had been around for a few weeks so also happened to be far more useful than a clueless pack and an iPhone.

That evening two Dutch girls who claim the pack is stalking them (this is a complete lie) Were sighted again form range and quickly convinced to come bowling. Due to the nature of Asia, 6 people are not allowed to play on the same lane and socks had to be purchased, Sam sober for 4 days now agreed this was acceptable, muttering that there wasn't anywhere to sit outside anyway..

For the pack the trekking tour was one of the highlights from Chiang Mai. The first day was spent walking through the Forrest and over mountains (possibly hills) for 6 hours. The 10 person group consisted of several europeans notibaly an old french bloke who was drinking beer at 10am, johny stating "he'll regret that later". Its unknown if he did but the rest of the group did. As he seemed incapable of walking for more than 10 minutes without a rest. The destination was an elephant village, on arrival the group was told to grab a bed an get ready for dinner. Sam managed to end up sharing with a rather attractive lady. Sources suggest he didn't make a move as she wasn't drinking and "without alcohol to cloud her judgement" it didn't seem feasible. Johny and Sam instead found themselves chatting to an old hippy balloonist about music and ganja. The following morning everyone was awoken to have breakfast and wash the elephants. Washing meant standing knee deep in mucky water, chucking it over a less than enthusiastic elephant and in Sam and Johnys case throwing freshly deposited floaters at each other! The days activities were white water rafting, which by all accounts was tame at best. A waterfall visit where man had fashioned himself a pair of elephant swim shorts, the boys are still attempting to track down their own. Finally and definitely least was bamboo rafting, this poor excuse of an activity had the unlucky rider sat 20cm under water on a few bits of bamboo, being pulled down the 30cm deep part of the river by an angry Thai chap.

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Highlights of Chang Mai in general were a group of hot Spanish (confirmed) lesbians staying in our hostel who at night would sneak off in pairs to the toilets. Johny was attempting to drop the kids of at the pool and witnessed an audio rendition of what way they were getting up to in there. Needless to say he came running back into the room to wake James and Sam up to report the good news! On a slightly less raunchy point, the night Market in the city was really good, pleanty of clobber was purchased, including hats, fake football tops and several preasents. A particularly hard present was for Sams family friends in Sydney who have agreed to host the wolf pack for a few days leading up until Christmas. They have a daughter, it is surprisingly hard not to sound like peado in Thailand when asking people what would a 7 year old girl like as a present!

Saturday night proved to be massive in Chiang Mai! The pack had managed to coordinate a force of 9 to go out on the town, congratulations are in order as this feat of planning is on par with a rabbit successfully completing a sodoku! The events of the evening have been warped by alcohol however, the extended pack started a conga in front of a live band playing two door cinema club which sucked in the majority of the crowd. Noah fell over banana skin style on the dance floor of a club, Sam decided to roll around on the floor as well. The evening ended with James having a tounge tangle with an attractive lady, Johny flipflop-less, Sam attempting to convince a girl to get a hotel with him and Noah, trusting a tuktuk driver (never a good idea) paying £20 to pass out while some girl sung karaoke to him! Top night!

Another lesson learnt was do not go to watch rubbish horror movies at the cinema on an epic hangover! This is exactly what the lads did. 'The Thing' was the choice of film, scoring an unimpressive 0/5 from Noah and Sam.

On the penultimate day in Chiang Mai the boys fulfilled the growing desire to rent mopeds again. But not just any mopeds, Yamaha Finos! As usual there were complications, after acquiring picnic materials at Tesco, the pack drove out of town. Sam in front, driving his fino like he'd stolen it, managed to lose the others, this proved to be some what of a problem as he was the only person with a map! The destination was a lake 30km away which Sam found no problem. Johny and James on the other hand spent the best part of two hours asking people for directions to a lake they didn't know the name of, where it was or roughly what direction. Fortunately a local who claimed to be a pilot managed to help. Against all odds they arrived to find their navigator hadn't even waited for them before starting lunch...b*stard! A reunited pack lazed by the lake all afternoon before racing off into the mountains for sunset. On the way a flying visit was paid to Doi Sutheap, a Buddhist monastery set in one of the mountains that boarders Chiang Mai. It was very impressive, boasting a big gold temple and lots of bells, if not a bit commercialised. The lads continued up the mountain to the summit but decided on quickly leaving as it was freezing cold and they had all opted for trendy tshirts and shorts! Sunset was missed however it was quite cloudy justifying the early exit. Sam set off down the mountain like Valentino Rossi meeting the other two at the bottom.

That evening a few beers turned into a right old knees up. Noah had a few friends visiting from uni, the group drank the night away playing a heated game of pictionary and eventually a few drinking games. Several firsts occurred during the course of the evening, Noah had his first Sambuca and the boys had their first Samsong slushi! It was decided that the next port of call would be to go and appreciate the female form.. Fortunately Na, one of Noahs uni mates was Thai so she was able to negotiate taxi fairs. Unfortunately there wasn't enough room in the tuktuk for everyone and Sam, who was finishing a game of pool with a local lady, ended up having to make his own way. Fortunately he still had his fino! This was very irresponsible and a stupid idea, especially considering every establishment of this nature appeared to be closed at 2am on a Monday. As a result the gang did a night tour of the Chiang Mai's closed gentleman's clubs drinking straight whiskey left over from the slushis.

The following day disgusting hangovers were distributed without exception. A trip to McDonalds (the 5th in 6 days) for breakfast was squeezed in before going to the airport. Next stop Bangkok and the arrival of a certain Mr Croucher!

Business time

As the 4th member of the pack was home bound, the remaining wolves headed through the mountains to Luang Prabang. As per usual the group assumed that not organising anything until they arrived would be a good idea. After a little hustle and bustle around hostels the pack chose the shabbiest accommodation possible. There were only 2 beds so a quick invention of a game that would later be named "black spot" was used to decide who would be sleeping alone... Sam and James lost, slipped into the spacious single bed and ended up wondering if it was an elbow or penis poking them in the back throughout the night. Although this would turn out to be a sleepless night there were laughs amongst the group due to a further game introduction; mustache or pubes, no explanation needed.

Nice!

A restless night for Sam and James forced an early morning check out and search for a new hostel. Johnny had been given the responsibility to lead the pack on this mission. However, set off without any directions for the hostel they had been recommended. This inevitably ended up in a brawl on the street. The group finally got their wits about them and stumbled into the hostel only to find it fully booked. Classic rock and roll move!

Mekong River

With a few jobs on list to tick off, the boys decided to hit up an Internet cafe. This led to Mr Di mambro almost coming to fisty cuffs with the Internet attendant who would not refund him minutes for a faulty computer! After 15 minutes of demanding to see a manager James was presented with a guy that just laughed at him for his misfortune and pretended not to speak English. First rule of Laos customer service, if in doubt ignore or pretend to be retarded! James stormed out Internet-less. To take James' mind of this dilemma the boys decided to tackle a long set of stairs they had seen earlier in the day. Having no idea where they were heading, the boys were pleasantly surprised with the outcome. With a view of the whole city the boys watched a pretty epic sunset on top of a mountain, although the majority of the time was spent looking at the back of other tourists heads.

The evening that followed provides shocking news for readers, as the boys set out to attend a street BBQ. Very out of character, even more so the group found it bloody delicious. The menu comprised of several none descript rice and noodle based dishes and a choice of spicy local sausage or chicken. Sitting amongst the locals made the group feel rather cultural, if not a little uneasy. With this and the re-introduction of Ian into the pack spirits were high. The pack decided to head out for a few drinks at a local bar called Utopia, Sam currently still on a detox from tubing opted for a fruity cocktail called a Tazan, everyone else remembering they had testicles went for beers. The group had their first ever experience of 'Slam Poetry' preformed by an old French woman and a crazy American bloke. It was without doubt the worst live performance witnessed this trip if not this lifetime. Total tripe.

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On the final day the boys decided to visited the picturesque Luang Prabang Waterfalls. Beautiful on the eye... if not very cold on the testicles! Truly amazing sites with the addition of Tarzan like ropes to allowing you to swing and jump in. Obviously the waterfalls are not enough to please the eye so they threw some bears into the equation as well! You as the reader can imagine the amount of puns that derived. It was unbearable!

Waterfalls

That evening saw the pack catch the night bus to Chiang Mai. This was the worse night bus ever, the reasons being: 16 hours, 6 inches leg room (reduced to 3 with the seat in front reclined), freezing cold and several screaming children!