Phi Phi

The first thing I'm going to say about Phi Phi is that I was a retard and took no pictures. This was mainly due to the fact that we spent most of the day on the beach and then the nighttime drinking and watching people get KO'd at the Thai boxing.

However, being the William Wordsworth that I am, I will set the scene for y'all. Phi Phi was one of the worst hit places by the Tsunami and so it's still getting back on track in some respects. It basically consists of loads of narrow little hut lined streets and then bigger hostel/restaurant buildings as you get closer to the centre. The beaches were pretty nice, with a bevvy of Scandinavian women being a particular plus point. Those of you familiar with The Beach would have recognised some of the areas around Phi Phi. For those of you who aren't think white sand, blue sea and big cliffs.





So like I said, during the day it was relax on the beach, listen to an American cage fighter talk about what 'Entrance music' he wanted and do a bit of beach footy. Looking back, we all feel a bit stupid not taking any pictures but they would have been pretty plain anyway. For our first night we all decided that we would get busy with some buckets and make a proper night of it. First off we went to Tiger Bar which was alright as we got a free drink when we went in there and it has a loose Norwich connection through the owner being related to Phil Brown of clothing shop fame. We shared a few buckets in Tiger, and I maintain the portions were not equal because I was feeling a bit lightheaded at this point, definitely not the hardened drinker you all know and love! We strolled about a bit and got in another bar, watched some UFC and drunk some more. Then things started to go downhill for me. After befriending a young Swedish lady and being convinced to buy another bucket I was all over the place. Apparently, we wandered down to the beach to watch the fire jumping/absolute madness taking place. One minute I was with my mates, the next minute I was sat in the middle of a crowd on a deckchair with my head in my hands. They came over, asked if I was alright, got a groan from me, I was told to stay put and they would come back for me.

I'm not one for listening to instructions so I took it upon myself to go for a wander, when I somehow managed to bump into them again, I'm told I had a face full of sand and well let's say that my reputation for having a strong stomach is absolutely shattered! The boys say they were a bit worried about me disappearing, but I just tell them that if you have the speed of Usain Bolt, the agility of Colin Jackson and the strength of Sly Stallone, you wont go far wrong in this world. Night 1 COMPLETE.

The rest of our stay in Phi Phi followed a similar line, with the exception of the being embarrasingly drunk part. One of the highlights for me was going to a place called Reggae Bar each of the three evenings we were there and watching two mates, boys or girls get in the ring with protective gear on and try and Thai box each other out. Sometimes the results were absolutely hilarious, with one bout being a particular highlight. In one corner was this very cocky looking meathead listening to headphones, shadow boxing and trying to psyche himself up. In the other corner was a pretty normal looking Swede. In his corner was a boy Rob described as having "the face of computer programmer on the body of a weightlifter." The bout was a whitewash with Swedish Sam's flying kicks absolutely useless against a flurry of solid punches. It was a shame because the meathead looked like a right idiot and I wanted him to lose. The funny thing was that when we saw Swedish Sam later in the night it looked like he was getting dumped by his girlfriend. That night literally must have been the worse of his life!

Another notable mention has to go to a meal we had in a place called The Hungry Buffalo. Me, Tom and Rob opted for pretty sizeable BBQ burgers with fries, onion rings and salad. Just to give us abreak from the curries, noodles and rice. However, some madheads actually opt to go for this instead.....



Basically if you eat it within half hour then you don't have to pay. There's photos of those that have managed to complete it but trust me most have failed miserably. Including some absolute wideboy we nicknamed Burger Stan who we enjoyed seeing getting pummelled at Thai boxing the next evening.

All in all, Phi Phi was a pretty heavy 3 nights. A warm up if you like for what would happen to us in Koh Phangan over the Christmas period.