Yep. Onnne episode. I'm only watching one, then going to bed. Everyone here goes on about being shattered, and going to bed at 8-9pm. I want a piece of that action.
Ran into Tom (chef) getting The Usual at 7pm, and he's remembered the name of what he thinks is the best Japanese restaurant in London. Obviously I've instantly forgotten the name. I'm like Guy Pearce (when he did Momento, not in Neighbousrs), my brain is a sieve. Tessa - EVERYTHING goes into that notebook you gave me, it's become my memory.
Chibou? Ichibu? Damnit! I'll ask him at 7am.
Ok. Tablets, House, sleeeeeep. I hope.
X
Friday, 29 February 2008
Not amused
Over the past few days, Iain has sent me pictures of:
Pizza
Beer
Rare steak
Champagne
English Breakfast
And some other stuff I can't recall (what a shame).
UNAMUSED!
You can buy Valium over the counter here. One girl I met said she took it on the last night of her fast, as she was so excited about eating, she couldn't sleep. Chef has already suggested going for dinner on Eating Again Day 2. Apparently there's an awesome sea-food restaurant dows the beach. I think I might be off to the chemist, and actually just slide through the next 3 days in sweet Valium oblivion.
B*gger. I just said Oblivion. I miss my xbox, and all my other game consoles! This has officially just become hard. What's really annoying is that I'm not physically hungry. Just want to taste, and savour and chew.
Off to poke needles into my own eyes.
Pizza
Beer
Rare steak
Champagne
English Breakfast
And some other stuff I can't recall (what a shame).
UNAMUSED!
You can buy Valium over the counter here. One girl I met said she took it on the last night of her fast, as she was so excited about eating, she couldn't sleep. Chef has already suggested going for dinner on Eating Again Day 2. Apparently there's an awesome sea-food restaurant dows the beach. I think I might be off to the chemist, and actually just slide through the next 3 days in sweet Valium oblivion.
B*gger. I just said Oblivion. I miss my xbox, and all my other game consoles! This has officially just become hard. What's really annoying is that I'm not physically hungry. Just want to taste, and savour and chew.
Off to poke needles into my own eyes.
This is my second to last Will and Testament.
So. I like food. I'd go as far as to say that I LOVE food. So I was conjuring up my worst-case-scenario spa guest, and I'd say it would be a chef. Worse still, a good chef. This would be compounded by a chef that knew the restaurants that I like, as then we'd have even more commonality to discuss specific dishes etc. The only thing worse would be someone who loved Borough Market, as then. I'd have someone to talk Comte and Monmouth with. So I was walking down for 10am McSlurry, and met a tall Australian guy. We got chatting over our delectable drinks, and about 2 hours later...he just moved back to Sydney after 5 years in London. Worked at the Capital Hotel, then the Fat Duck (and gave me their secret for keeping pop-rocks from popping during cooking), then decided to open own restaurant, so did a 6 month stint at Applebee's in Borough Market to familarise himself with local, Londonny ingredients, before opening his own place. Geee. Thanks God. Appreciate that little twist of fate.
We covered Roka, Hakkasan, Bacchus, Joel Robouchon (again - no google or spell-check!), Alain Ducasse, Heston, Gordon; le Gavroche and Waterside Inn versus molecular gastronomy, what's wrong with Garry Rhodes, Hestons flaming sorbet, and the delights of slow-cooked quails eggs (90 minutes). He makes fry-ups with duck eggs, and the bacon from the Ginger Pig. I'm typing this with my toes as I've eaten both of my hands.
How am I going to get through the next 3 days sans food with Guest From Hell? HOW the mighty fall. He's given me some cracking advice, cooking and restaurant tips.
So - went to beach with Rosarie to recover with a coconut stupid bloody water. Sorry Mom, but after turning the air turquoise yesterday, bloody suddenly seems ok. Coconut water my @rse.
Day 5 today. I'm half way through the day. I can eat again in 3 days time. Here come the longest 3 days of my life. Australians! Just think - death penality instead of shipping the convicts, and they wouldn't exist!
I'm going for a swim. I'm hoping to accidentally drown.
*sob*
Goodbye cruel world.
We covered Roka, Hakkasan, Bacchus, Joel Robouchon (again - no google or spell-check!), Alain Ducasse, Heston, Gordon; le Gavroche and Waterside Inn versus molecular gastronomy, what's wrong with Garry Rhodes, Hestons flaming sorbet, and the delights of slow-cooked quails eggs (90 minutes). He makes fry-ups with duck eggs, and the bacon from the Ginger Pig. I'm typing this with my toes as I've eaten both of my hands.
How am I going to get through the next 3 days sans food with Guest From Hell? HOW the mighty fall. He's given me some cracking advice, cooking and restaurant tips.
So - went to beach with Rosarie to recover with a coconut stupid bloody water. Sorry Mom, but after turning the air turquoise yesterday, bloody suddenly seems ok. Coconut water my @rse.
Day 5 today. I'm half way through the day. I can eat again in 3 days time. Here come the longest 3 days of my life. Australians! Just think - death penality instead of shipping the convicts, and they wouldn't exist!
I'm going for a swim. I'm hoping to accidentally drown.
*sob*
Goodbye cruel world.
RAWK!
Hmm. Woke up on Day 5, went to get McSlurry, did the ascent, and then had another hour of sleep. House kept me up later as I only got home late (it's all relative), so I was tiiiiired this morning. Then, I had a Guitar Hero compulsion, so whacked Muse - Knights of Cydonia - on the iPod speakers and practised my air-guitar. It's coming along nicely. DC, I will not accept the 'hurt wrist' excuse when I kick your @ss when I get home. You had better be practising. Oh - and Bevan - now that you have rock-star-sneer, you+Hil should come round for another GHIII-night. Try not to let her thrash you next time.
Today is sunny, so I'm about to baste in sunscreen, descend for 10am McSlurry, then hit the beach. Woot! I might need a quick coconut water before departure - I'm on one a day now - and have become an afficionado. If anyone knows where I can get fresh Thai coconuts in London: tteeeeeellll me. (Please). I even googled coconut water yesterday. Interesting. 46 calories, good electrolytes, perfect rehydrator. And would be such a winner fresh out of the fridge with a double shot of vodka and a dash of pineapple pulp.
3.5 days left - I'm past half way!
Off to get crispy.
Today is sunny, so I'm about to baste in sunscreen, descend for 10am McSlurry, then hit the beach. Woot! I might need a quick coconut water before departure - I'm on one a day now - and have become an afficionado. If anyone knows where I can get fresh Thai coconuts in London: tteeeeeellll me. (Please). I even googled coconut water yesterday. Interesting. 46 calories, good electrolytes, perfect rehydrator. And would be such a winner fresh out of the fridge with a double shot of vodka and a dash of pineapple pulp.
3.5 days left - I'm past half way!
Off to get crispy.
Thursday, 28 February 2008
Curses!
Just phoned my mother, and she has NOT been reading the blog due to PEBCAK issues. Pants. All that swearing I would have been typing, DAMNIT! I told her this, and she said "but you don't swear". Hmmm. She said she only used one swear-phrase, for moments of extreme angst - and I can't type it here or I'd be banned from the entire internet, forever. She's plainly been spending time with sailors recently. Drunk sailors. With Tourette's. Who keep stubbing their toes.
Well. It's, 9.20pm. Rosarie confessed tonight that she's a mechanical engineer working for a major computer chip company (here's a clue 'dah-dah-dah-Dah!'). I was saying it's hard to be one of 3 females, working in a department of 120ish men. She's one in 500. Caramba! It's weird - at home when you meet people, the whole "what do you do" question tends to come up early on. I've known these people for days, and have no idea what the majority do In Real Life. All people talk about is the fasting, and food. Lots and lots of food talk. Apparently everyone else is hungry, but yet again I had no interest in the broth tonight. Tasted better, but no appetite. I did get my third burger pang though. Damn you, Matt Toy, for forcing me to get the Blue Cheese GBK. I hold you personally responsible. And I will not be contradicted! (Mainly cos he's not reading this).
Right. House MD. Bed. Sleep? Oh come on now, the sleeplessness is getting ridiculous. Loads of people have bought jetlag-conquering Valium here as it's over-the-counter, but I'm determined not to take tranqulisers when I'm supposed to be detoxing - anti-biotics is enough badness already! And, sleeplessness means more movies.
Goodnight
X
Well. It's, 9.20pm. Rosarie confessed tonight that she's a mechanical engineer working for a major computer chip company (here's a clue 'dah-dah-dah-Dah!'). I was saying it's hard to be one of 3 females, working in a department of 120ish men. She's one in 500. Caramba! It's weird - at home when you meet people, the whole "what do you do" question tends to come up early on. I've known these people for days, and have no idea what the majority do In Real Life. All people talk about is the fasting, and food. Lots and lots of food talk. Apparently everyone else is hungry, but yet again I had no interest in the broth tonight. Tasted better, but no appetite. I did get my third burger pang though. Damn you, Matt Toy, for forcing me to get the Blue Cheese GBK. I hold you personally responsible. And I will not be contradicted! (Mainly cos he's not reading this).
Right. House MD. Bed. Sleep? Oh come on now, the sleeplessness is getting ridiculous. Loads of people have bought jetlag-conquering Valium here as it's over-the-counter, but I'm determined not to take tranqulisers when I'm supposed to be detoxing - anti-biotics is enough badness already! And, sleeplessness means more movies.
Goodnight
X
Possibly not whiter than white?
I just got back from the beach with Katerina (Thai/Swedish) and ... Rosarie I think you spell it, who is Irish. It was raining a little, but still steaming hot. All sun-tan aspirations have totally gone. I do still have 5 full days after today, so probably shouldn't write off my usual ability to cover myself with 3rd degree burns for the flight home. It's a tradition.
So - Day 4. And yep - AT LAST - I'm not feeling totally fine. I've been promised detox side-effects - headaches and flu symptoms, runny nose and rashes and streaming eyes, and was quite frankly starting to feel short-changed. Since lunchtime, I've had a fairly mild headache, but it exists! Woo! Also, that's not all, I have the most unpleasant taste in my mouth, and generally feel pretty scuzzy. As I've taken onboard precisely the same things for the last 3 days, I can't blame environmental factors. Unless my body is protesting lack of alcohol+caffeine, it's detox o'clock! Can't believed how relieved I am to be feeling rubbish.
I guess this means I don't live up to my name - Katherine comes from kathros, the same place we get catharsis from - the Greek word for 'pure'. Bet you're stunned.
I realised I haven't described the spa. It's built on the side of quite a big hill, overlooking a valley full of palm-trees. To the right, from my terrace, I can see Lamai bay. My bungalow thing is one of the 3 highest rooms, and has a great view. As much as I whined about the climb I actually enjoy it now. At the bottom , there is a reception with sofas and a TV, internet access (ok ok, ONCE, for less than 20 minutes), then uphill to a steam room. They infuse the water the steam comes from with 20 thai herbs, so you come out smelling aromatic. Further up the slope is a restaurant, under which is the detox bar where you get the McSlurry. Next to that is a lovely pool, which I'm embarassed to say I haven't used yet. Further up is a Massage Sala - a big open-sided, wooden-framed room for all the diffent massage/reflexology etc options. There's a yoga sala, again it's all open. Then there's miles of uphill climbing, a million steps, a layer of cloud, and you come number 44.
And that's where I am now, parked on the bed, toying with reading my book for a little while. Headache is persisting ;) yay!
Oh - and for people who care about the general weight-loss aspect of this fast business: I got on the scales this morning - in the past 3 day I'm 2kgs down. Yes, yes, I know being hollow means you DO weigh less. I'll do final update on the day I fly, when I'll have had a day back on the lard.
I will admit, I found myself day-dreaming about burger toppings. I have something I want to try out when I'm back, it's going to be awesome. Decs - as my favorite new-recipe-guinea-pig, brace yourself for heaven-in-a-bun.
Later
So - Day 4. And yep - AT LAST - I'm not feeling totally fine. I've been promised detox side-effects - headaches and flu symptoms, runny nose and rashes and streaming eyes, and was quite frankly starting to feel short-changed. Since lunchtime, I've had a fairly mild headache, but it exists! Woo! Also, that's not all, I have the most unpleasant taste in my mouth, and generally feel pretty scuzzy. As I've taken onboard precisely the same things for the last 3 days, I can't blame environmental factors. Unless my body is protesting lack of alcohol+caffeine, it's detox o'clock! Can't believed how relieved I am to be feeling rubbish.
I guess this means I don't live up to my name - Katherine comes from kathros, the same place we get catharsis from - the Greek word for 'pure'. Bet you're stunned.
I realised I haven't described the spa. It's built on the side of quite a big hill, overlooking a valley full of palm-trees. To the right, from my terrace, I can see Lamai bay. My bungalow thing is one of the 3 highest rooms, and has a great view. As much as I whined about the climb I actually enjoy it now. At the bottom , there is a reception with sofas and a TV, internet access (ok ok, ONCE, for less than 20 minutes), then uphill to a steam room. They infuse the water the steam comes from with 20 thai herbs, so you come out smelling aromatic. Further up the slope is a restaurant, under which is the detox bar where you get the McSlurry. Next to that is a lovely pool, which I'm embarassed to say I haven't used yet. Further up is a Massage Sala - a big open-sided, wooden-framed room for all the diffent massage/reflexology etc options. There's a yoga sala, again it's all open. Then there's miles of uphill climbing, a million steps, a layer of cloud, and you come number 44.
And that's where I am now, parked on the bed, toying with reading my book for a little while. Headache is persisting ;) yay!
Oh - and for people who care about the general weight-loss aspect of this fast business: I got on the scales this morning - in the past 3 day I'm 2kgs down. Yes, yes, I know being hollow means you DO weigh less. I'll do final update on the day I fly, when I'll have had a day back on the lard.
I will admit, I found myself day-dreaming about burger toppings. I have something I want to try out when I'm back, it's going to be awesome. Decs - as my favorite new-recipe-guinea-pig, brace yourself for heaven-in-a-bun.
Later
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Terror
My 3 biggest fears (in order):
Cockroaches
Flying Ants
Silk worms (or any grub-like worm for that matter).
And I would rather see a snake/spider/shark than any of those things.
A cockroach just fell from the ceiling, and landed next to me on the bed. Needless to say, I shrieked like a cheerleader. I then gallantly knocked it flying with a waterbottle, bravely strapped on my head torch, and ferociously hunted it down. It was lying stunned (by my powerful blow) on its back, by the fridge. So I utilised an empty tissue box, and flicked it out of the door. I am actually more proud of myself for achieving that feat than you can imagine. Uuuunless you're Tessa, in which case you're STILL carrying a grudge about that tiny little incident when I shoved you out of the way to avoid a flying ant. Yes, yes, ONTO a lit BBQ, but let it go already! We were 5! The scars are hardly noticeable any more - puleaaase get over it. Quite frankly it's boring.
Likelihood of my sleeping tonight now: zero.
Likelihood that cockroach plummeted from rafter and landed on its back on the floor (when I nudged it off the bed with the waterbottle, still screaming) having ANYTHING to do with the fact that the handyman nuked the room with pesticide in Operation Bee-Gone: quiiiiite high.
Right. Back to House. At this rate, I'll finish Series One tonight.
Mike: Jaws, baby! Jaaaaaws.
X
Cockroaches
Flying Ants
Silk worms (or any grub-like worm for that matter).
And I would rather see a snake/spider/shark than any of those things.
A cockroach just fell from the ceiling, and landed next to me on the bed. Needless to say, I shrieked like a cheerleader. I then gallantly knocked it flying with a waterbottle, bravely strapped on my head torch, and ferociously hunted it down. It was lying stunned (by my powerful blow) on its back, by the fridge. So I utilised an empty tissue box, and flicked it out of the door. I am actually more proud of myself for achieving that feat than you can imagine. Uuuunless you're Tessa, in which case you're STILL carrying a grudge about that tiny little incident when I shoved you out of the way to avoid a flying ant. Yes, yes, ONTO a lit BBQ, but let it go already! We were 5! The scars are hardly noticeable any more - puleaaase get over it. Quite frankly it's boring.
Likelihood of my sleeping tonight now: zero.
Likelihood that cockroach plummeted from rafter and landed on its back on the floor (when I nudged it off the bed with the waterbottle, still screaming) having ANYTHING to do with the fact that the handyman nuked the room with pesticide in Operation Bee-Gone: quiiiiite high.
Right. Back to House. At this rate, I'll finish Series One tonight.
Mike: Jaws, baby! Jaaaaaws.
X
Texas BBQ with extra sweetcorn.
The king of all the pizzas. Ah Dominos. How do I love thee? I still recall your phone number, but then, I have woo'd aplenty. And no, dear reader(s), I am still not peckish. I was chatting to a Swedish/Thai girl (yes, yes, get over it boys) at dinner. She has 2 male, American mates who stayed at Spa Samui and did the 7.5 day fast, and during it...got pizza delivered. I don't know what's harder to imagine - eating pizza mid-starve or actually having the nerve to get it delivered to reception. These people take it ve-hery seriously. Like pineapple juice is cheating. Eating the coriander out of your broth: cheating. Drinking more than 2 coconuts a day: cheating. I'm amazed pizza didn't warrant the death sentence.
It's ... 9ish? Annnd I could not be more wide awake and energetic if I tried. Initially, this bothered me, but I'm super-alert all day too (that's important - be alert - the world needs more lerts).
Will Day 4 be the day that Slackinson FINALLY hits the wall? Place your bets, people.
Off to watch more House. A posse are off to the beach tomorrow at 1pm, so I hope I'm more lobstery for next blog.
'Kbai
It's ... 9ish? Annnd I could not be more wide awake and energetic if I tried. Initially, this bothered me, but I'm super-alert all day too (that's important - be alert - the world needs more lerts).
Will Day 4 be the day that Slackinson FINALLY hits the wall? Place your bets, people.
Off to watch more House. A posse are off to the beach tomorrow at 1pm, so I hope I'm more lobstery for next blog.
'Kbai
Broken back
Ok ok ok, that's an overstatement, but I have to try and make this interesting somehow, otherwise it's just McSlurry, no sleep, rain, bees. Bzzzzzzz. Just had back, neck, shoulder and stomach massage by this little old, stooped, grey-haired lady. When I saw her I was relieved, as the guy from 2 days ago was v strong and really gave it beans, I thought she'd be more relaxing. How wrong could I be? Her fingers were actually made of iron. Definitely. And she kept poking me REALLY hard and then going over the same area again and again til I had tears in my eyes (and NIAGW).
AAAAIIIIII a loud thud from across the room, poor little gecko just lost his footing and came crashing back to reality. I must remeber that he's now using my shoe as a hideout, as I don't know if geckos are cat-like in their life-stashing. The geckos are quite cool, they're the same as the ones in SA. There was one in the restaurant last night, while I was there eating my nausea-broth. He had found prime location by the light, and was hoovering insects at a seriously rapid pace. He was actually a bit of a porker - reminded me of PP when Rawling brings in his mother's cake. Loitering with Eat-ent.
Amy and Tess went to the beach today, and have come back all sunshiney again, so that's my POA for tomorrow, might see if Andrew is keen too. Err to come to the beach. Nothing else. When you discuss the detailed output of someones bowels, the shine fades quite promptly. But yes, beach. That is dependant on me feeling OK, I'm still amazed at how unbelievably perky and energetic I'm feeling. I have started to look forward to Everest to expend pent up energy now. This can't last. There's no way. Surely Day 4 will break me.
Right. Time to squeak in one (or three) episodes of House before "dinner"... Yeah, right. Still not hungry. Or tired. I'm starting to freak myself out.
X
AAAAIIIIII a loud thud from across the room, poor little gecko just lost his footing and came crashing back to reality. I must remeber that he's now using my shoe as a hideout, as I don't know if geckos are cat-like in their life-stashing. The geckos are quite cool, they're the same as the ones in SA. There was one in the restaurant last night, while I was there eating my nausea-broth. He had found prime location by the light, and was hoovering insects at a seriously rapid pace. He was actually a bit of a porker - reminded me of PP when Rawling brings in his mother's cake. Loitering with Eat-ent.
Amy and Tess went to the beach today, and have come back all sunshiney again, so that's my POA for tomorrow, might see if Andrew is keen too. Err to come to the beach. Nothing else. When you discuss the detailed output of someones bowels, the shine fades quite promptly. But yes, beach. That is dependant on me feeling OK, I'm still amazed at how unbelievably perky and energetic I'm feeling. I have started to look forward to Everest to expend pent up energy now. This can't last. There's no way. Surely Day 4 will break me.
Right. Time to squeak in one (or three) episodes of House before "dinner"... Yeah, right. Still not hungry. Or tired. I'm starting to freak myself out.
X
Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl...
Day 3 of Panda-watch... errr Hunger strike... Midday, and I am still not hungry. Or feeling grim for that matter. In fact, I feel tippety-top, v strange considering I managed not much sleep AGAIN last night. So much for extolling the virtues of Spicing Up My Broth, I spent the whole night with v queasy stomach. Coulda been industrial antibiotics on empty stomach, but I put a LOT of herbs into the soup. They encourage you to eat the broth because it has nutrients/electrolytes to stop dehydration from the 10 gallons of water you tend to drink a day, so I was determined not to let it escape. Lesson learnt. I have to get used to plain, boring broth. If Lawrence didn't ration my access to his salt sachets at work so vehemently, I'd be a-ok. Remind me to kick his @ss when I get home.
Apart for feeling queasy, when that passed at about 4am, I slept like a log and snoozed til gone-7am, so only had first McSlurry at 8am-ish, which is bad form. Tut. Then I decided (since I totally didn't fancy broth) that coconut water was in order. HELLLOOOO! It's SO tasty! I'm allowed 2 a day without cheating, so I'm all over that. Mmm. Might have one for afternoon tea.
I chatted to Andrew - he's looking v good on Day 4, besides frying himself at the beach yesterday. He keeps engaging me in conversations about what is 'coming out', he seems to get more and more disturbed by (if you're eating lunch, look away now) lumps of steak. As it's his 2nd time, he reckons it's easy to spot the psyllium husks and clay, so knows all this other stuff...isn't. Ewwww. Amy was intrigued by the indigestability of tomato skins. And how many tomatos she's eaten. Fascinating and minging at the same time. People keep pressing me to go to the morning meditation, and I'm not convinced yet. It's just hanging round in silence, being told how to breathe deeply etc, but at 7.30am my heart still belongs to my bed. Maybe if I sleep tonight I'll go. Freakishly I have so much energy during the day, even Everest isn't too bad. Tomorrow might be another story.
I have bees. And NIAGW. I'm trying not to throw any puns in. Must...resist...argh! I wish they would buzz off? I hive to get rid of them? They are beeing annoying? I am swarmped? They are crossing the great bee-vide? They are just stinging me along? Aaaaaaargh! Oh Beehave! But seriously, I have killed about 15 today in the bathroom, and they are hampering my sunbathing as they dive-bomb me on the terrace. And as a result I cannot spend time in the hammock, or leave all my windows open. I've had to rely on aircon. Life is HARD here, damnit!
I'm running out of trashy literature, so to pass some time I had a steam room thing and a clay facial this morning, and now (after McSlurry) I'm off for another back, neck and shoulder massage. Like I said - it's tough.
Hope all is ace where you are, thanks for all the emails, they are definitely appreciated.
X
Apart for feeling queasy, when that passed at about 4am, I slept like a log and snoozed til gone-7am, so only had first McSlurry at 8am-ish, which is bad form. Tut. Then I decided (since I totally didn't fancy broth) that coconut water was in order. HELLLOOOO! It's SO tasty! I'm allowed 2 a day without cheating, so I'm all over that. Mmm. Might have one for afternoon tea.
I chatted to Andrew - he's looking v good on Day 4, besides frying himself at the beach yesterday. He keeps engaging me in conversations about what is 'coming out', he seems to get more and more disturbed by (if you're eating lunch, look away now) lumps of steak. As it's his 2nd time, he reckons it's easy to spot the psyllium husks and clay, so knows all this other stuff...isn't. Ewwww. Amy was intrigued by the indigestability of tomato skins. And how many tomatos she's eaten. Fascinating and minging at the same time. People keep pressing me to go to the morning meditation, and I'm not convinced yet. It's just hanging round in silence, being told how to breathe deeply etc, but at 7.30am my heart still belongs to my bed. Maybe if I sleep tonight I'll go. Freakishly I have so much energy during the day, even Everest isn't too bad. Tomorrow might be another story.
I have bees. And NIAGW. I'm trying not to throw any puns in. Must...resist...argh! I wish they would buzz off? I hive to get rid of them? They are beeing annoying? I am swarmped? They are crossing the great bee-vide? They are just stinging me along? Aaaaaaargh! Oh Beehave! But seriously, I have killed about 15 today in the bathroom, and they are hampering my sunbathing as they dive-bomb me on the terrace. And as a result I cannot spend time in the hammock, or leave all my windows open. I've had to rely on aircon. Life is HARD here, damnit!
I'm running out of trashy literature, so to pass some time I had a steam room thing and a clay facial this morning, and now (after McSlurry) I'm off for another back, neck and shoulder massage. Like I said - it's tough.
Hope all is ace where you are, thanks for all the emails, they are definitely appreciated.
X
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Grrrrr!
What's WITH you people? I'm on hunger strike here, tapping diatribes into a Blackberry, and all I get is snipes about my typos?! There is no spell-check and this font and screen are teensy. Very funny though, Ed ;) if I'd been drinking milk, it would have come out of my nose.
It's 10.15 and yet again I'm super-wide-awake. This detox lark is playing havoc with my usually slothful disposition. Damnit. I slept about 2 hours last night, I should be zomboid. Any non-fun, non-pleasure, totally organic sleeping remedies, anyone? And not "exercise" - remember I'm a mountaineer now. I guess I could throw caution to the wind and go with a Peppermint tea - obviously not from Capain Kirk's though.
Dec - I dreamt you 'made' me taste your chicken pie last night (NOT a euphemism) - (sorry Mom). At this point I am pleased the lamb stayed in Limehouse.
X
It's 10.15 and yet again I'm super-wide-awake. This detox lark is playing havoc with my usually slothful disposition. Damnit. I slept about 2 hours last night, I should be zomboid. Any non-fun, non-pleasure, totally organic sleeping remedies, anyone? And not "exercise" - remember I'm a mountaineer now. I guess I could throw caution to the wind and go with a Peppermint tea - obviously not from Capain Kirk's though.
Dec - I dreamt you 'made' me taste your chicken pie last night (NOT a euphemism) - (sorry Mom). At this point I am pleased the lamb stayed in Limehouse.
X
Haute Couture De Canabalisme.
So plainly I didn't think out my wardrode carefully. The T-shirts from *plug* www.threadless.com were DEF a mistake. So I brought 4 of them with me, only one of which is 'safe'. Particularly unpopular is my baby-pink one, sporting the phrase: "Meat is Murder, tasty, tasty murder." - particularly if read aloud by a Glaswegian. And there nearly WAS a murder. Also not quite acceptable is my favorite hangover T-shirt, which - for those who haven't seen me hungover (ie: Mom) is a bright orangey-yellow t-shirt featuring a clown throwing up a rainbow, into a toilet. A cartoon clown, you understand, otherwise that would just be sick. A ha ha. Third, and least offensive is the one with the line up of fruit, all shouting words which rhyme with themselves - though the stupid American banana is shouting "Montana" to ruin things. I like the little grape shouting "escape" best. Then the orange, sitting there crying it's little screwed up eyes out because - oh indeed - nothing rhymes with orange. My chest has been getting a LOT of attention, and NIAGW.
So after another night in agony, unable to sleep and either freezing or boiling, I dragged my sorry @ss to the Pharmacy and got the anti-biotics that are less kind to eColi. SCORE! I am now feeling 101% better than I was - no longer constantly faint and nauseous - and officially back on the game. Err - the ball. Fairly sure saying I'm "on the game' is going to tar my reputation more than spending a week sans food. However, rumour, conjecture, and every site I've read about total fasting, say that Day 3 and/or 4 are the worst. So having done 48 hours now, I need to be aware of being cocky. Pride before fall etc.
I haven't been even slightly hungry. I had to get extra herbs for my broth tonight, just to ensure I drank most of it. They bring a side-plate with ginger, lemongrass, coriander, garlic, lime and cayenne pepper for you to add as desired. That made it quite palateable, though I really missed the salt and pepper. And an icy glass of my favorite dry white wine. Not really, I've had no cravings, and no appetite so far. Amy and Tess reckon this would be the ideal place to write a cookbook, as all they do is talk about food. I've already decided I'm doing break-fast in the real sense, with fresh pineapple and lime juice. Nice. Then airplane fud - aka Toxin City..
Saw an advert for a restaurant called "Capain Kirk's"...out of this world food, apparently, errr and a slogan of "Let us beam you into a culinary galaxy". Ai. Ai. Ai.
Anyhoo, I spent today dozing in my hammock or catching a few rays back at my bungalow, reading books lent to me by Yvonne - ace. Watching the rain sweeping in across the valley, and the sun blazing while it chucked it down. V purdy and reminded me of Durban. Tomorrow, in honour of the gabazillion palm-trees I can see from my terrace, I am going to have coconut water, drunk straight out of the coconut which they have the decency to keep in fridges. I might, by that time, be fantasising about slinging in some vodka and pineapple juice.
Bonsoir, and hopefully I'll get more out+about tomorrow, so this is less me-me-me.
X
So after another night in agony, unable to sleep and either freezing or boiling, I dragged my sorry @ss to the Pharmacy and got the anti-biotics that are less kind to eColi. SCORE! I am now feeling 101% better than I was - no longer constantly faint and nauseous - and officially back on the game. Err - the ball. Fairly sure saying I'm "on the game' is going to tar my reputation more than spending a week sans food. However, rumour, conjecture, and every site I've read about total fasting, say that Day 3 and/or 4 are the worst. So having done 48 hours now, I need to be aware of being cocky. Pride before fall etc.
I haven't been even slightly hungry. I had to get extra herbs for my broth tonight, just to ensure I drank most of it. They bring a side-plate with ginger, lemongrass, coriander, garlic, lime and cayenne pepper for you to add as desired. That made it quite palateable, though I really missed the salt and pepper. And an icy glass of my favorite dry white wine. Not really, I've had no cravings, and no appetite so far. Amy and Tess reckon this would be the ideal place to write a cookbook, as all they do is talk about food. I've already decided I'm doing break-fast in the real sense, with fresh pineapple and lime juice. Nice. Then airplane fud - aka Toxin City..
Saw an advert for a restaurant called "Capain Kirk's"...out of this world food, apparently, errr and a slogan of "Let us beam you into a culinary galaxy". Ai. Ai. Ai.
Anyhoo, I spent today dozing in my hammock or catching a few rays back at my bungalow, reading books lent to me by Yvonne - ace. Watching the rain sweeping in across the valley, and the sun blazing while it chucked it down. V purdy and reminded me of Durban. Tomorrow, in honour of the gabazillion palm-trees I can see from my terrace, I am going to have coconut water, drunk straight out of the coconut which they have the decency to keep in fridges. I might, by that time, be fantasising about slinging in some vodka and pineapple juice.
Bonsoir, and hopefully I'll get more out+about tomorrow, so this is less me-me-me.
X
Monday, 25 February 2008
Zzzzzzzzzzz
Right. After 3 night of liimited sleep, tonight I mean business. There WILL be sleeping. As most of you are aware, it's lucky that I'm still a delight to be around when tired and deprived of coffee.
Today dragged. A lot. I took the minibus into town to get toothpaste, and walked back to the spa. That was hard work, mainly cos the 7-eleven sold tons and tons of things I wanted to consume. And I've stopped being able to stomach the million pills without gagging/errr throwing up. The 'broth' is helping though. Tonight's was just like the water that had been used to boil cabbage. It stops the faintness thing. So Doctor phoned from London to say that the antibiotics were resistant. to what's wrong with me (e Coli), so unless I feel a whooole lot perkier in the morning I should be able to deliver an opinion on Thai medical care. Woo.
Met 2 girls (Tessa and Amy) from St Agnes in Cornwall - both fairly similar to me in so far as that they are wine-aholics, and Amy is fantasising about eggs on toast. As you can imagine it's hard to not talk about food. I'm feeling a bit b*ggered, not on top form tonight, and I imagine worse tomorrow... So I'm off to finish movie (Old School) and hit the hay.
Laters
Today dragged. A lot. I took the minibus into town to get toothpaste, and walked back to the spa. That was hard work, mainly cos the 7-eleven sold tons and tons of things I wanted to consume. And I've stopped being able to stomach the million pills without gagging/errr throwing up. The 'broth' is helping though. Tonight's was just like the water that had been used to boil cabbage. It stops the faintness thing. So Doctor phoned from London to say that the antibiotics were resistant. to what's wrong with me (e Coli), so unless I feel a whooole lot perkier in the morning I should be able to deliver an opinion on Thai medical care. Woo.
Met 2 girls (Tessa and Amy) from St Agnes in Cornwall - both fairly similar to me in so far as that they are wine-aholics, and Amy is fantasising about eggs on toast. As you can imagine it's hard to not talk about food. I'm feeling a bit b*ggered, not on top form tonight, and I imagine worse tomorrow... So I'm off to finish movie (Old School) and hit the hay.
Laters
Just off the border of your waking mind, there lies another time...
Yes, I'm back to playing Name That Tune with the title. Knock yourselves out. No, really.
Got up at 6.45 to have first clay'n'husk extravaganza. With a vague taste of pineapple juice. It wasn't as bad as I was expecting, but I'll rethink that after I get through 7 days of it. Oh - and joy of all joys - I don't have it 4 times a day. It's in fact FIVE times a day. Mmmmm. I was also given my supplements for the day - I will be taking 6 pills errr many times a day. 5? I think so. These are nutrients and acidophillis, however you spell it. This is one stumbling block for me - I have no spell check, and no ability to edit after posting here, so if I am coming across as though I was dropped on the head as a child, I apologise. Thanks for info on bentonite clay, Unmentionable-Boy, I had no idea I was eating ash.
So last night I maybe managed 3 hours of sleep. Kidney infection thing is still hanging around, and I forgot to ask Mr Mkay (Dr John) if it was sensible to start the hunger strike. It's irritating me now, because I'm ok during the day, it's just night-time that it gets bad. I reckon it'll be alright. Or I'll die. One or the other. I'm slightly negating the detox process by hoovering antibiotics, but that's only for a couple more days.
I met a few more n00bs while watching the introductory VDO last night - and saw them again at the 7am slurry ceremony. 2 English girls and a lady (ish) from Shanghai who works in NY. She (disputable) is very bossy and dictatorial, and is here 100% for weight-loss. When I said I know 2 other people who have been here and done the fast, all she (maybe) wanted to know was if they kept the weight off. I think I know which of us will be bribing the chefs to supply deep-fried lard first. And, miraculously, it's not me. Shibby.
Oooh, is that the time? 8.30am, time for my supplements, some dry skin brushing, a shower, and then off to the herbal steam room. 10am is slurry o'clock again, then I think a clay facial is on the cards! Woo. If I was in London, I'd be frantically downing Berocca, sorting out my handbag and iPod, walking to work with the other droids, panting for my small skinny caramel latte from Gaddafi's, and toying with the idea of a raisin danish. *sob*. Caramel laaaaaaaatte. There is a dull, resonant ache in the very core of my soul, longing for you. Sweet nectar, beloved ambrosia. I will never leave you again. I miss you, so very, very much.
And you lot.
X
Oh - and thanks v much for emails/comments, they're keeping me borderline sane thus far.
Got up at 6.45 to have first clay'n'husk extravaganza. With a vague taste of pineapple juice. It wasn't as bad as I was expecting, but I'll rethink that after I get through 7 days of it. Oh - and joy of all joys - I don't have it 4 times a day. It's in fact FIVE times a day. Mmmmm. I was also given my supplements for the day - I will be taking 6 pills errr many times a day. 5? I think so. These are nutrients and acidophillis, however you spell it. This is one stumbling block for me - I have no spell check, and no ability to edit after posting here, so if I am coming across as though I was dropped on the head as a child, I apologise. Thanks for info on bentonite clay, Unmentionable-Boy, I had no idea I was eating ash.
So last night I maybe managed 3 hours of sleep. Kidney infection thing is still hanging around, and I forgot to ask Mr Mkay (Dr John) if it was sensible to start the hunger strike. It's irritating me now, because I'm ok during the day, it's just night-time that it gets bad. I reckon it'll be alright. Or I'll die. One or the other. I'm slightly negating the detox process by hoovering antibiotics, but that's only for a couple more days.
I met a few more n00bs while watching the introductory VDO last night - and saw them again at the 7am slurry ceremony. 2 English girls and a lady (ish) from Shanghai who works in NY. She (disputable) is very bossy and dictatorial, and is here 100% for weight-loss. When I said I know 2 other people who have been here and done the fast, all she (maybe) wanted to know was if they kept the weight off. I think I know which of us will be bribing the chefs to supply deep-fried lard first. And, miraculously, it's not me. Shibby.
Oooh, is that the time? 8.30am, time for my supplements, some dry skin brushing, a shower, and then off to the herbal steam room. 10am is slurry o'clock again, then I think a clay facial is on the cards! Woo. If I was in London, I'd be frantically downing Berocca, sorting out my handbag and iPod, walking to work with the other droids, panting for my small skinny caramel latte from Gaddafi's, and toying with the idea of a raisin danish. *sob*. Caramel laaaaaaaatte. There is a dull, resonant ache in the very core of my soul, longing for you. Sweet nectar, beloved ambrosia. I will never leave you again. I miss you, so very, very much.
And you lot.
X
Oh - and thanks v much for emails/comments, they're keeping me borderline sane thus far.
Sunday, 24 February 2008
Last Supper
So there used to be a website run by the Texas Death Row people - Department of Justive or whatever - which documented final meal requests. They took it down about 5 years ago, but google it - seriously "final meal request" + texas, some necro weirdo must keep a copy cached somewhere. Anyway, I remember stumbling across it years ago, and being morbidly fascinated by what people chose to eat as their absolute last meal. Being the South, there was always a lot of fried chicken, corn-bread, peach cobbler etc. Some people chose to eat nothing.
Anyway - my reason for mentioning it is that I've just attempted my last meal for a week. And wasn't hungry damnit. Me! The person who thought hobbit-style 8 meals a day didn't quite cover it! So - final day of eating and I've had 2 liver flush drinks... And 2 small portions of steamed vegetables. And 2 pineapple juices (v nice). I am going to sta-harve starting tomorrow. I remember once telling my Dad I was 'starving' hungry, and he said this: "Kate, you know that camels go into the desert, without water, but they manage to live off what they have stored in their hump? The humps actually shrink - when the supplies have really depleted the hump can even fall over to one side. They really can survive for long, long stretches on reserves they've buillt up". I remember clearly saying "aaaaand what are you implying, exactly?", and he just smirked and said nothing. I also recall asking him if my butt looked big in a certain pair of trousers, and his reply was "It's not the trousers.". Anyway, I don't exactly think there's any danger of me fading away any time soon, but I LOVE food. 7 days without chewing anything. ai ai ai.
Things I noted today:
* the King of Thailand bear an uncanny resemblance to Emperor Percival Tacheon, Supreme Ruler of the Kragmites. From Ratchet+Clank III on the PS3. Heathens: google image search. It really is quite incredible. Doppelganger ahoy!
* the resident Doctor here speaks just like Mr Mackie from South Park - he "m'kay"s every 5 words. I am struggling to keep Eric Cartman-isms from escaping my lips. I even hummed the Cheesey Poofs commercial earlier to stifle myself.
* House MD - thanks to Ed and Decs! I have watched 2 episodes and it's good. Like Gray's Anatomy without the high-pitched whining.
* if I play my cards right, on day 3-7 of the fast, I'm allowed a wheat-grass shot every day. Mmmmm. Wheatgrass. Yum.
* things here are quite nice and minimalist - not tons of junk everywhere. It's the polar opposite of a place on girls weekend, when Tessa described our restaurant as being "decorated by a kleptomaniac".
Tomorrow (Monday) commences at 7am, when I will be drinking a combination of psyllium husks and bentonite clay. Apparently I have 4 of these drinks a day. Maybe eating soil will wash away the taste of the Wheatgrass I have to look forward to to day 3.
And again the rain is pelting down on the roof. It's been a beautiful - but rainy - day, very warm which has brought out the frogs. One of the little blighters nearly croaked, literally and metaphorically when I was not looking where I was going on my way home after dinner. Too busy rifling in my bag for an oxygen cylinder and Kendall sodding Mintcake. If I don't come home with a tan, there WILL be sulking.
Ah well. I have met more fellow suckers/fasters, and they're attempting to make me reconsider my defiance about going the whole hog. I'm so up for half-hogging this holiday, but there is very much a 'we're all in this together' attitude. BTW: for the innocent reader, whole-hog (err, my term, not the spa's) involves not only the not-eating, but also twice daily colemas - which is a polite way of saying that you shunt 16 litres of water up your ... I think I'm making myself clear. I've said I'll go along to the introductory video (or VDO as they insist on calling them here), tomorrow at 4pm. Likelihood of me changing my mind: ve-hery low.
I'm off to tend to my 4 mosquito-bites suffered while paying attention to Mr Mkay, then House MD, then zzzzzzzzzzzz.
X
Anyway - my reason for mentioning it is that I've just attempted my last meal for a week. And wasn't hungry damnit. Me! The person who thought hobbit-style 8 meals a day didn't quite cover it! So - final day of eating and I've had 2 liver flush drinks... And 2 small portions of steamed vegetables. And 2 pineapple juices (v nice). I am going to sta-harve starting tomorrow. I remember once telling my Dad I was 'starving' hungry, and he said this: "Kate, you know that camels go into the desert, without water, but they manage to live off what they have stored in their hump? The humps actually shrink - when the supplies have really depleted the hump can even fall over to one side. They really can survive for long, long stretches on reserves they've buillt up". I remember clearly saying "aaaaand what are you implying, exactly?", and he just smirked and said nothing. I also recall asking him if my butt looked big in a certain pair of trousers, and his reply was "It's not the trousers.". Anyway, I don't exactly think there's any danger of me fading away any time soon, but I LOVE food. 7 days without chewing anything. ai ai ai.
Things I noted today:
* the King of Thailand bear an uncanny resemblance to Emperor Percival Tacheon, Supreme Ruler of the Kragmites. From Ratchet+Clank III on the PS3. Heathens: google image search. It really is quite incredible. Doppelganger ahoy!
* the resident Doctor here speaks just like Mr Mackie from South Park - he "m'kay"s every 5 words. I am struggling to keep Eric Cartman-isms from escaping my lips. I even hummed the Cheesey Poofs commercial earlier to stifle myself.
* House MD - thanks to Ed and Decs! I have watched 2 episodes and it's good. Like Gray's Anatomy without the high-pitched whining.
* if I play my cards right, on day 3-7 of the fast, I'm allowed a wheat-grass shot every day. Mmmmm. Wheatgrass. Yum.
* things here are quite nice and minimalist - not tons of junk everywhere. It's the polar opposite of a place on girls weekend, when Tessa described our restaurant as being "decorated by a kleptomaniac".
Tomorrow (Monday) commences at 7am, when I will be drinking a combination of psyllium husks and bentonite clay. Apparently I have 4 of these drinks a day. Maybe eating soil will wash away the taste of the Wheatgrass I have to look forward to to day 3.
And again the rain is pelting down on the roof. It's been a beautiful - but rainy - day, very warm which has brought out the frogs. One of the little blighters nearly croaked, literally and metaphorically when I was not looking where I was going on my way home after dinner. Too busy rifling in my bag for an oxygen cylinder and Kendall sodding Mintcake. If I don't come home with a tan, there WILL be sulking.
Ah well. I have met more fellow suckers/fasters, and they're attempting to make me reconsider my defiance about going the whole hog. I'm so up for half-hogging this holiday, but there is very much a 'we're all in this together' attitude. BTW: for the innocent reader, whole-hog (err, my term, not the spa's) involves not only the not-eating, but also twice daily colemas - which is a polite way of saying that you shunt 16 litres of water up your ... I think I'm making myself clear. I've said I'll go along to the introductory video (or VDO as they insist on calling them here), tomorrow at 4pm. Likelihood of me changing my mind: ve-hery low.
I'm off to tend to my 4 mosquito-bites suffered while paying attention to Mr Mkay, then House MD, then zzzzzzzzzzzz.
X
Scaling great heights: Everest, K2, Bungalow 44.
I'm lying in bed. It's 7.15am. I realise this sounds suspiciously like Victoriana, but last night the fever broke. Hazaah! I was up every 30 mins necking water with lots of shaking, drenching sheets with sweat (and NIAGW) and generally feeling rank...But now have woken up feeling Bladerunnery: aka more human than human. Or, to speak English: chipper.
My bungalow has a spectacular view over a thick jungle-filled valley. When I decided to come here, I bowed to my obsession with reading every single website on this place. Many previous visitors had said that the spa is great, as long as you don't get room 43,44 or 46. The reason being that my room - 44 - sits up a slope. When I say slope I mean that in an Everest way. How the hell I am ever going to get home when I stop eating, I have no idea. It's about 10 mins ofthat crazy kind up uphill which gives you vertigo, in skiing terms it's a hard red, followed by a flight of extremely tall steps. If nothing else, I'm coming home with calf muscles extraordinaire.
One stroke of luck occurred yesterday: hot guy I spotted in Heathow turned into hot-guy in Bangkok, hot-guy on flight to Koh Samui, and yes - same hot-guy that came and asked me if I was off to the mountain-side spa resort as I sat waiting for the transfer bus.. Shibby! Please God I hope he never reads this, but hot-guy opened his mouth and instantly had the air of metrosexual campness, so as soon as we started chatting, the 'hot' element vanished, so hence-forth he will be known as (Very Decorative) Andrew. That being his name. He is my first partner-in-hunger-strike. I'm not starting til tomorrow, but he's been here before so is deep-ending today. So: day one....
The Liver Flush. Today, before I stop eating tomorrow, I have to do a 'pre-cleanse'. That means raw fruit and veg only, and twice daily 'liver-flush drink'. This tasty-sounding concoction features garlic, olive oil, cayenne pepper, orange juice. Mmmm. Tasty. Raw garlic at breakfast - they know my weaknesses. I was lying in bed last night, reading the FAQ, and it was hilarious - someone had written 'can I drink coffee, alcohol and smoke while on the cleanse?', and the response roughly translates as 'Mwuah-ha-haaa, NO, MORTAL!'. Ok, so literally it was: you should drink nothing but water, and the drinks you mention above are contributing to your many ailments. This cleanse is a process of detoxification, and the body cannot effectively detoxify if you are continuing to take in toxins such as these, you weak, pestilent fool. Ok - the last bit I ad-libbed. Then it bangs on about smoking, and for the final insult they suggest an ultimate cheat for those that are SO weak: "You may substitute some herbal tea (NOT BLACK TEA) once or twice a day". Who'd have thought that drinking herbal tea could be soooo naughty?
I will be noting all entertaining Engrish here. I've spotted a lot of incongruous signs already, but none that have been sufficiently funny.
It's raining outside. I can hear the giant drops landing on my wooden roof, and the air has that lazy, thick, fluid quality to it. I have the power to shut the windows and crank the aircon, but right now, post-London-life, I'm quite enjoying it. Remind me of THAT when I go A over T on the slippery descent to the restaurant to get my liver-flush-torture-drink thing.
Not much else to mention. All technology arrived in one piece, so back-to-nature, hippie-jungle-girl has 60 odd ripped movies, iPod speakers with 60Gb of music and audiobooks on iPod, a laptop, lots of cables, 5-way plug and a 250Gb external drive, Blackberry and tons of camera stuff. Oops.
Later potaters. Argh! No potato for 8 days, I'm going to diiiiiiiiiiie!
X
My bungalow has a spectacular view over a thick jungle-filled valley. When I decided to come here, I bowed to my obsession with reading every single website on this place. Many previous visitors had said that the spa is great, as long as you don't get room 43,44 or 46. The reason being that my room - 44 - sits up a slope. When I say slope I mean that in an Everest way. How the hell I am ever going to get home when I stop eating, I have no idea. It's about 10 mins ofthat crazy kind up uphill which gives you vertigo, in skiing terms it's a hard red, followed by a flight of extremely tall steps. If nothing else, I'm coming home with calf muscles extraordinaire.
One stroke of luck occurred yesterday: hot guy I spotted in Heathow turned into hot-guy in Bangkok, hot-guy on flight to Koh Samui, and yes - same hot-guy that came and asked me if I was off to the mountain-side spa resort as I sat waiting for the transfer bus.. Shibby! Please God I hope he never reads this, but hot-guy opened his mouth and instantly had the air of metrosexual campness, so as soon as we started chatting, the 'hot' element vanished, so hence-forth he will be known as (Very Decorative) Andrew. That being his name. He is my first partner-in-hunger-strike. I'm not starting til tomorrow, but he's been here before so is deep-ending today. So: day one....
The Liver Flush. Today, before I stop eating tomorrow, I have to do a 'pre-cleanse'. That means raw fruit and veg only, and twice daily 'liver-flush drink'. This tasty-sounding concoction features garlic, olive oil, cayenne pepper, orange juice. Mmmm. Tasty. Raw garlic at breakfast - they know my weaknesses. I was lying in bed last night, reading the FAQ, and it was hilarious - someone had written 'can I drink coffee, alcohol and smoke while on the cleanse?', and the response roughly translates as 'Mwuah-ha-haaa, NO, MORTAL!'. Ok, so literally it was: you should drink nothing but water, and the drinks you mention above are contributing to your many ailments. This cleanse is a process of detoxification, and the body cannot effectively detoxify if you are continuing to take in toxins such as these, you weak, pestilent fool. Ok - the last bit I ad-libbed. Then it bangs on about smoking, and for the final insult they suggest an ultimate cheat for those that are SO weak: "You may substitute some herbal tea (NOT BLACK TEA) once or twice a day". Who'd have thought that drinking herbal tea could be soooo naughty?
I will be noting all entertaining Engrish here. I've spotted a lot of incongruous signs already, but none that have been sufficiently funny.
It's raining outside. I can hear the giant drops landing on my wooden roof, and the air has that lazy, thick, fluid quality to it. I have the power to shut the windows and crank the aircon, but right now, post-London-life, I'm quite enjoying it. Remind me of THAT when I go A over T on the slippery descent to the restaurant to get my liver-flush-torture-drink thing.
Not much else to mention. All technology arrived in one piece, so back-to-nature, hippie-jungle-girl has 60 odd ripped movies, iPod speakers with 60Gb of music and audiobooks on iPod, a laptop, lots of cables, 5-way plug and a 250Gb external drive, Blackberry and tons of camera stuff. Oops.
Later potaters. Argh! No potato for 8 days, I'm going to diiiiiiiiiiie!
X
Saturday, 23 February 2008
On fire
Cannot feel own face. Entire top half of body numb. I am sitting in Bangkok airport trying to eat some nuclear Green beef curry. At least I think that's what I ordered, I can't really see the plate through what's left of my streaming eyes. This is going to come back and bite me in the @ss, literally.
So. Here goes. It all kicked off yesterday in a very inauspicious manner. I was due to fly at 21.45 last night, however at 3pm was at the doctors with a kidney infection. As I pleaded for the strongest drugs going, she told me that if the shaking and hot+colding continued I should go to hospital for IV antibiotics. Needless to say I informed her that I was off to Heathrow for 15 hours of flying to have a holiday featuring 7.5 days of no food at all. Ha ha. Like hell. I could recount the rivetting tale of Flight From Hell, but let's just say I'm here now, and the tremors have almost totally stopped. It's 33 degrees (at 6pm) and I'm starting to get excited. Little-flight to Samui, then I arrive at my home for the next 10 days.
I got caught up in a procession of saffron-robed monks while trying to get to domestic departures. I was trying to chivvy them along but then noticed the delay was caused by the people kneeling by the sides of the walkway, handing them garlands of flowers and waiting to be blessed. It was quite a noisy spectacle, as head monk had a loudspeaker, and wasn't afraid to use it.
Off to pay the 75p price tag for my dinner. Sri Nam in the wharf: Take Note!
X
So. Here goes. It all kicked off yesterday in a very inauspicious manner. I was due to fly at 21.45 last night, however at 3pm was at the doctors with a kidney infection. As I pleaded for the strongest drugs going, she told me that if the shaking and hot+colding continued I should go to hospital for IV antibiotics. Needless to say I informed her that I was off to Heathrow for 15 hours of flying to have a holiday featuring 7.5 days of no food at all. Ha ha. Like hell. I could recount the rivetting tale of Flight From Hell, but let's just say I'm here now, and the tremors have almost totally stopped. It's 33 degrees (at 6pm) and I'm starting to get excited. Little-flight to Samui, then I arrive at my home for the next 10 days.
I got caught up in a procession of saffron-robed monks while trying to get to domestic departures. I was trying to chivvy them along but then noticed the delay was caused by the people kneeling by the sides of the walkway, handing them garlands of flowers and waiting to be blessed. It was quite a noisy spectacle, as head monk had a loudspeaker, and wasn't afraid to use it.
Off to pay the 75p price tag for my dinner. Sri Nam in the wharf: Take Note!
X
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