Following our last missive the brave adventurers headed off on a saunter around town ending up being dragged into a local bar to play pool. Clearly the locals recognise champion cue merchants when they see one.
Rather oddly the table was a full size snooker table which is a less than ideal forum for playing pool. Nevertheless Biscuit Boy proceeded to trounce Hoots several times before a wizened old local man decided to step in and spare him from more embarassment. He imparted Hoots with the Wisdom of the Pool Ancients who proceeded to win the last frame just in time for the exhausted travellers to take in a well deserved Thai massage.
It has to be recorded that a traditional Thai massage is no walk in the park as Sir Ranulph put it "that was like lying offside in a ruck when playing HMP Leyhill". Hoots merely observed how disappointed he was that they had chosen a respectable establishment that didn't offer a "Happy Finish".
To assuage his disappointment they hit the night market (Chiang Mai is famous for them) and set about purchasing tasteless tat for their loved ones (shurely delightful presents that will be treasured for years to come? - ed) before hitting the Changs (the local brew) in O'Malleys (yes the ubiquitous Irish pub can be found in Thailand). Having fought off the unwelcome attentions of a pair of Titanic Teutons they enjoyed an evening of self-indulgent guitar solos from Took (the Thai guitar hero) before taking a Tuk Tuk home. Top that.
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