Rawia Muay Thia- Kicked My Butt
Trip Start
Aug 20, 2007
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Trip End
Jul 04, 2008
The week I spent at Rawai Muay Thai Gym was vigorous. Two two hour sessions a day had me in bed early full of aches and pain. The trainers honed my beginner skills to become a lethal weapon boxing bag destroying beast. At least I thought that until I saw some of the real fighters take each other on in the ring. The ring floor is a bloody mess for a reason. Not being a fan of violence but wanting to pick up a new sport and work on the fitness the week turned out to be a really satisfy experience. I highly reccomend it to anyone looking for a healthy holiday in in the tropics.
On my last day I had time to reflect on the last week of training and say goodbye to my new fighting friends. I had an great time in Thailand. The people were fantastic. Always easy with the smiles and small talk. The day I left I ended up getting a few hugs from some of my Muay Thai trainers. The main coach had all the trainers pose with me after shouting a few commands. I wanted to get a few photos to show what the training entailed but the camera battery died. Not to worry though I was enjoying all the attention from the fighters when one of the Americans walked over to me and asked me if I was alright. " Yeah, just peachy. Why?" He replied" Aren't you the Californian who got drunk at a restraunt the other night, started a fight with an old man. Yelling nonsense about knowing Muay Thai until the old man stabbed you with a big knife?" I started laughing."Nope not me." He added, " Well everyone here thinks you got stabbed." Now understanding all the kindness I had a good laugh with Chris, my Scottish friend. Knowing there is a wounded mouthy Californian somewhere in Phuket, Thailand being the best ambassodor for our fine US of A swelled me with pride. Time to move onto greener pastures with some of the finest surf the world can offer, Indonesia.
On my last day I had time to reflect on the last week of training and say goodbye to my new fighting friends. I had an great time in Thailand. The people were fantastic. Always easy with the smiles and small talk. The day I left I ended up getting a few hugs from some of my Muay Thai trainers. The main coach had all the trainers pose with me after shouting a few commands. I wanted to get a few photos to show what the training entailed but the camera battery died. Not to worry though I was enjoying all the attention from the fighters when one of the Americans walked over to me and asked me if I was alright. " Yeah, just peachy. Why?" He replied" Aren't you the Californian who got drunk at a restraunt the other night, started a fight with an old man. Yelling nonsense about knowing Muay Thai until the old man stabbed you with a big knife?" I started laughing."Nope not me." He added, " Well everyone here thinks you got stabbed." Now understanding all the kindness I had a good laugh with Chris, my Scottish friend. Knowing there is a wounded mouthy Californian somewhere in Phuket, Thailand being the best ambassodor for our fine US of A swelled me with pride. Time to move onto greener pastures with some of the finest surf the world can offer, Indonesia.

