Have you ever felt really excited? No I mean really really excited? The kind where you know no fear, no worry, no stress, you're just happy, and geared up to have fun. Nothing can weigh you down. On top of the world. Imagine that feeling. Now imagine the total exact opposite. That's how 8 guys felt last Sunday afternoon.
Phuket was a whole lot of fun. I don't even know where to start. Excellent accomodation, great food, hot girls, go karting, massages, hot girls, tailors, starbucks, water polo and did I mention, hot girls..
Here's a little journal of the fun we had, so when we look back at this post in time to come, we'll have a smile on our face remembering the fun we had in Phuket. And for those that couldn't come, just an insight into what happened there..
Day 1:
Prak, Riz, Vana and Chan were the recce party, arriving early and settling all the admin issues. Villa was checked into, cars were rented, Coke was bought, and there was still enough time for a dip in the pool and a nap while waiting for the others. Sat was the next to arrive, about 4pm and soon enough, he too got into the groove of things. All this time, Harvey, Puvan and KK were making their way to the airports, toes tingling with excitement over the times to come. They landed about 7pm local time and recce party picked them up and headed back to the villa.
Now I have been fortunate to stay in some 5 star hotels in the world, and I have to say, this villa stood out as being really classy and nice. It was really an awesome pick by Vana, or should I say Michael. Beds were big, aircon was shiok, you had ladies coming every morning to cook breakfast for a bunch of Indian guys, and then tidying up the place for them, this was as close to MiB heaven as you could get.
We then wasted no time, heading to Patong, and the revered Bangla Street, which had appeared to Rizvi in a dream, beckoning him to come and fulfill his destiny. Superman had Krypton, Frodo has Mount Doom, Moses had the Red Sea, for Rizvi, it was Bangla Street. We had dinner at a Cairo restaurant recommended by Puvan. That was the first and last time we listened to him.
We walked around, washed our eyes clean, got groped, hugged, nipples pinched, all in the name of good fun. Good shopping and reasonably cheap drinks.. If at this time you're not jealous, then read on. Riz, Harvey, Prak and KK then found a tailor shop and made suits and shirts for ridicilously cheap prices. 1 suit for 130 sing. Can't be beaten. And the tailors were friendly folks too, great combination. Hong Kong Street Fashion I think was the name, you guys should recommend it to your friends.
We ended the nite at a club where a girl literally walked home with Harvey, but he had to break her heart, and Riz's somehow?, by turning her down. No MiB holiday would be complete without the card drinking game, and we duly obliged when we returned back to the villa.
Day 2:
I mentioned the home-cooked breakfast that we got every morning. After whacking that, we headed to the pool for what we call a MiB version of water polo. 8 guys in a small pool. 2 chairs at each end with their legs forming the goalposts. One rule: no running with the ball. That's it. Everything else goes. Pushing, grabbing, tugging, slamming, hugging, biting, scratching, elbowing, swimming, running, hanging on to each other to move, you name it this game had it. It was SJI old boys vs the rest. Sat had no goggles so had to use his Oakley sunglasses in the water. Prak tried his best to be a one man goal machine, but lacked the service he needed to carry his team to victory. After a gruesome game, SJI old boys lost 15-9. The feeling when we came out of the water was as though we just played an entire tournament in the hot sun. Time to shower and get ready to head out. Sat spent 30 mins in the shower.
We then headed out to the factory outlets which were so-so. If you were filthy rich like Chan, then it's a good place to come. For the rest of us, it was more of a sightseeing trip. And then we headed to go kart. MiB lined up to settle a decade old grudge match. I have never seen Sat this geared up. And he duly obliged, coming in first to take home the chequered flag. There were protests that his car was unfairly fast, but that's life and Sat had his moment of glory. Vana was 2nd. Chan 3rd. Harvey 4th. Prak 5th. KK 6th. Puvan 7th. And then there was Riz. Have you ever seen shit twirling around in the toilet bowl? Well that was faster than him. His engine started to go up in smoke cos he was just too slow. They wanted to close down the go kart business but we convinced them otherwise. There is a full video of what we did but that will come later.
It was then back to Patong for some Thai Food, though all Harvey wanted was some authentic KFC. The guys whacked so much food for just $10 sing a head, again unbelievably cheap. It was then time to shop and go for massages. Let's just say the massage bit cannot be discussed here, we will tell you more when we meet you.
Most of the guys headed back to the villa with our tapao-ed food to catch the opening match of the World Cup while some of us stayed back to enjy Bangla Street a little bit more. The night ended there, or did it?:)
Day 3:
Breakfast on a plate again. And back to the swimming pool for Round 2 of MiB waterpolorugby. Sat had goggles this time so he could see clearly underwater and make sure his team won. Wrong. SJI old boys lost again. 5-4 in a tight encounter. Vana threatened to take off his shorts, it was getting that intense.
We then headed back to Patong for more tailoring and massages. And then Rizvi's moment came. All I will say is that he now needs to eat a heavy-protein diet because of all the fluids he lost that day.
We then tapao-ed food, Harvey finally getting his KFC, before heading back to the villa to catch Argentina and England games, though Prak and Puvan were doing meditative pooja while watching.
Day 4:
We grudgingly made our way back. Riz was uncontrollably sad.
So all in all a fantastic trip. Here are my awards for the trip:
Man of the Trip: No doubt it was Vana. For his excellent organizational skills and fantastic one on one action. He was born to score.
Close second: Rizvi. He fed Thailand and Thailand fed him. Enough said.
Disappointment: Prak. We never got to see the real magic, though he was awesome in the pool.
Now to the photos, there are just too many for me to upload all, so this is what I propose:
1. Sat, can you burn your photos into a CD. Puvan you can send yours to Sat please. Then pass them all to me. Include the DVD of the go kart so I can edit it with music.
2. I will combine them with mine so it fits chronologically.
3. I will organize a party one of these days for us to look back at the memories and have a good laugh.
Here's to our next trip boys!
