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... darts are not like drunken bowling. I do not improve with addition of alcohol. But never mind, all fun and I didn't hit anyone with the darts.
Our hostel was handily just round the corner so we wandered back. Unfortunately we wandered back to the hardest beds known to man. It was like sleeping on slats with a sheet over the top. This, unknown to me, resulted in a somewhat bruised **** as I sat down too hard.
We moved in the morning with Kirsty and Eli to the same ...
... starfish, twigs, rocks and fuelled it with fermented fruit he obtained from the still he made the night before. Battery Boy hadn't realised how many survival skills he had learnt from watching that famous survival guru, Gilligan. You can make anything from coconut trees. At 12 noon we set off carrying very few rations, as supplies were now seriously low. We have had to ration ourselves to two gin & tonics per person, per night. At 12:01 p.m. We arrive at ...
... old 7up bottle. It
wasn’t worrying though. These guys do this **** every day! It’s their life to
wade into murky swamp water, have old boats and always be a be damp so who am I
to complain? It really puts cycling to work in the rain into perspective.
After a wait for the tuktuk surrounded by
turkeys we were taken back to the guesthouse where I washed our boots to get
the swamp juice out. We celebrated our return to civilisation with a bottle of
... although intellectually equal and in a non sexist way) wench.At the hills opened out onto a plateu we arrived at a large pool of cool water, although it was a bit murky looking. Speccy suggested we go for a swim, Speccy does pretty much all the talking.
Machete started setting up a jungle barbecue to make us lunch. Looking at the pool I thought, there's no way I'm swimming in that. I did notice however that the pool was filled with running water coming from higher up ...
... ages (and for a fat fee) and that if we wanted our bags back, we had to act now. Well, we didn't know what to do. We didn't know if this was somehow a big scam, with the bus and moto drivers involved. All we knew was that there was no way we were going to be separated and have Lloyd go off with a stranger to accuse a group of people in the jungle of stealing. In the end, we both went with the moto driver to the bus ticket office. There was no one there to help us. So we ...