Day Two. And now it gets hard.

Well. Another hectic day of sitting on my @ss. Today, I have been mainly thinking about coconuts. They use monkeys to harvest the coconuts from the palms, which is pretty cunning, given you can *boom boom* pay them peanuts. I learnt this factette on my way back from the beach. An open-backed tuktuk thing went past piled super-high with loads of coconuts (they have a tendancy to pile all cars/mopeds etc here beyond the call of duty) - anyway - coconut-truck went past me, and on the back was clinging a big, angry looking monkey. Now if this had been a cute and fluffy little smiley monkey, I may have had something akin to sweat-shop-guilt, but the monkey was so damn frightening and ... tooth-laden ... I am officially relishing punishing the monkey by having coconut water twice every day (stop it).

Not my monkey photo, but the internet giveth (and I assume it also taketh away...)

Day Two of no food, and I had my first real Food Thoughts (helped along by making cheese and wine plans for a few weeks time with Madame M). As per last time, I still firmly believe this would be a cracking place to write a recipe book. I met some new people who are starting their fasts tomorrow, and they were having their last suppers. New-Australian-sounding-guy (what's with all the Ozzies?) was having FRUIT. Seriously people, if you're going to stop eating for 7.5 days, would you really choose fruit? Very stupid brave. Skipped the Green Drink today.

This is yet another subdued entry - not least of all because today I have (a)slept, (b)drank about 10 gallons of McSlurry/water, (c)had a massage, (d)played Plants v Zombies on the iPad (I know, I know, not very detoxxy on the gadget front)... and (e) made some new friends, but mainly because today I have been on total space-cadet mode. I even managed to try to leave the restaurant without paying once, and then charged a coconut to the wrong room... accidentally. Apparently this is not behaviour that's encouraged. I feel asleep during agony-massage (saying that, he wasn't a patch on yesterday's bruiser). I fell asleep after I woke up from 9 hours of sleep - for another THREE hours. I nearly fell asleep in the hammock this afternoon. Does not exactly make for a rivetting read. I have written myself a list for tomorrow, to try and get myself more Out There, including a trip into the town, and a walk on the beach. Let's see me try and sleep-walk through THAT!

It's chucking it down with rain again, making a lovely sound on the roof and trees. I am living in a wooden bungalow-style house in the middle of pretty dense jungle, which I have now christened The Jungalow. Things are getting desperate, people.