So here I am being all “WOaoaaah” and you’re all like “Ahhhha whaaaaa?” No I’m kidding I really sober right now. In fact I just woke up from a long nap, as it is only 7PM! Hahaha yes!

I do have a cup of rum nd coke in front of me, and I would shout something dramatic like “SOBERVILLE AHOY” but it turns out I’m not going TO soberville, but leaving from it!

hahaha awesoooooome

also happy new year in a few hours that’s a good

Our good friend Natasha was at our place getting drunk from our wine, and was laughing her ass off at the Banya letters, so she decided to write one for herself.

Her English is fairly good so it isn’t as funny, but it’s incredible level of honesty really grabs me:

Unfortunately they must not enjoy not-throwing-up customers because they didn’t write back. :(

So my close personal Apes, Colin and Sarah, have decided to hop on a hunk of styrofoam and drift off to the exotic location of Koh Phangan in Thailand. They washed up in low tide some 2 kilometers out from the beach and hiked their way over exotic fish, crabs, and coral reefs to their stupidly cheap rented oceanfront home complete with satellite internet.

The island is right above this comically drawn arrow, helpfully arranged by some Thai tourism website:

It’s that little island immediately North of Koh Samui.

The reason I bring this up is because they’ve started a little travel blog. I thought it would be mentioning all sorts of boring stuff (Like “Hey look everyone, we bought $17,000,234 worth of software for $5! Hey look, I picked up four PS3s and two Wiis!”), so I hesitantly checked up on them once in a while. Turns out they keep dropping bombs of information and insight, so I can’t tear myself away.

Most recently, Colin dragged himself out to a backroom boxing match between, amongst other events, 12-year-olds. The article is a little long and contains drunken rambling, but it is still chock full of goodness.

The first fighters show up and are about 12. The womans voice assures me that this builds character or some poor excuse and to be a master you have to start out this young. Trust me, noone swilling through this joint was going on to better things. This place had a real end-of-the-line feel.

So the 12 year olds kick the shit out of eachother for a while. I really wanted to get a picture of the kid in the blue corner standing, gloves down, with a bloody nose after the end of a round, but didn’t. Well not on film. The image is indelibly ingrained on my mind.

Check it out. Fun reading even if you don’t plan on going there.