It was the fourth day already, but after last night's shenanigans, I decided to take it easy...again. I'm on a sunny island, of course it's all about the relaxation! This time I can safely say my laziness is justified. I didn't meet the rest of the group until later in the evening. By that point everyone was either merry or absolutely sloshed/wasted/smashed/blotted...cabbaged?* Despite the dodgy disposition of my peers, we started a game of King's Cup. We had some fun to begin with...
One of the players (American girl, forgotten her name), was dared to jump into the next trailer and ride along with the local. These things go past all the time.
Oli was dared to propose to the next guy he saw...
Aww...he said yes!
Michelle was dared to borrow a bicycle and ride it around outside. It would have been funnier if the owner caught Michelle doing this but never mind.
It was shortly after these dares took place, that we decided to end the game as nobody was following the rules. It was a bit chaotic and the drunks were getting drunker but not in a funny way.
Today was the day that New Zealand beat the French in the Rugby World Cup final. Everyone was rowdy and Texas kept shouting, "Fuck the French maaaaan!!" I thought Frenchy would be in hiding but he came out and joined us for a drink. I bet he was getting a lot of abuse though. Texas wasn't calming down but he got distracted by a newbie. John from Boston asked if he could join us. He must be mad if our rowdy group looked inviting to him! We had a brief chat before Texas took over. Most of the time, we weren't sure what he was saying, but he did a good impression of a Bostonite according to John. We were all laughing along when things turned ugly. For some reason Texas decided to spout off some random crap about girls and his philosophy. Again, we had no idea what he was talking about but humoured him. He then decided to use me as an example. It was at this point that I understood exactly what he was saying. I gave him my interpretation and asked whether that is what he meant and he said yes. Basically, he said that I wasn't a nice looking girl and that I'm lucky to be on Phi Phi as most of the guys here are drunk. I have a 1 in 50 chance of getting with a guy but because I'm sober, it's more like 1 in 450. Don't ask me where these figures were coming from but it sounded like he'd either thought about it a bit too much or was talking out of his arse. Either way, I wasn't happy. Oh he can say whatever he wants, I've heard worse from better. It was just the fact that it was in front of this guy that I'd known for five minutes. I was so embarrassed and upset that he had to hear that. Neither of us knew what to say. Obviously if John defended me it could come across as fake and insincere so he refrained. Either that or he believed him but at that point I didn't care. If I was alone or had a few more drinks down me, I would have outwitted him and talked him down...or thrown his (emphasis on his) drink on him. I chose to let it go as I didn't want to make a scene. John soon moved away and I didn't blame him. Texas wanted me to hi-five him and I replied by saying, "Fuck you!". Texas tried to justify himself by saying that he's a drunken asshole. Well yeah!
A couple of hours later the girls started saying how Texas was a great guy. It was then that I decided to say something because he was really starting to get on my nerves. Texas was at the bar and I told the girls everything that he said. They couldn't believe it. Gemma
I was in shock. Firstly, because I made a ridiculously huge American "bodyguard' cry but also because the girls stuck up for me. I wasn't expecting that and it left me with a warm fuzzy feeling inside. It's nice to know that someone has your back.
I thought that would be that, but no. Everyone proceeded to talk about it. It was like Chinese whispers up the table. It was awful. Thanks Texas, all my insecurities laid bare. Lovely. I wanted to bury myself. I wasn't up for a night out and the girls seemed beat from the night before. We all left and agreed to meet tomorrow.
*****
My final day...and I was sick. I spent most of the day in bed but ran out of water so forced myself out. I bought a couple of snacks so I'd have something in my system and three bottles of water. I had a film day. Thank you TV! I couldn't sleep so if it wasn't for that, I'd cry with boredom. My day was made up of 2 Fast 2 Furious, Back to the Future II, A Knight's Tale, Tropic Thunder and Transformers. I was gutted that I didn't get to say a proper goodbye to the girls but there was no way I could handle another trip down the hill.
My time in Koh Phi Phi had come to an end and I was so happy that I met some good people. I had plenty of laughs and finally found some girl-mates! Next stop...Phuket.
*according to BBC News, this is a word to describe being drunk...ok then.
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