Where did Sunday go?

Shit son, what a weekend!
Saturday started like any other Saturday, with training in the morning and arvo. Not much else in between. Did some eating and lurked the pool the rest of the day. Trained pretty well both sessions, finally got to train with Ou. He's definitely one of the best pad holders ever. Slowed things right down and concentrated on technique. After pads we did a solid hour clinching with the Thai fighters. They've all come back to training now which is saweet. On a good day there is about 15 fighters here training. They're super helpful and will come watch you on the bag and correct things and also teach ya a few things.

After training Saturday evening the mayhem began, Pizza was eaten, beer was drunk, wine was spilt and banana splits were decimated. Karaoke was on the cards after dinner with Mr Coke leading the way. Antoun wasn't too far behind with his posse of Canadian friends that arrived Friday night.

Tony gettin down to some karaoke

After a solid hour or two of karaoke it was time to hit the streets of Bangkok. First we went to a bar called Fardang, we were rolling bout 15 people deep that night, made up of some trainers, fighters and the rest of us farang students. Couple hours of Thai country music and 2 bottles of Johnny Walker black label later it was time to head to RCA. Similar to Perth's Northbridge, minus the shit head Perthians looking for a fight for no reason. This is where it all kinda becomes a blur.

TOASTIE!

Chairs were walked over.
Bling was worn
The Rest of the crew
This is where it all began to blur (Scope me in the bg)

We stayed here until it was closing time so we headed to another club. The last club was a freakshow. It had the weirdest feeling about it and reminded us of the bar in From Dusk Til Dawn where everyone turns into vampires and fucks everyone up. A cab ride outta this place and a stop to the 7 eleven and it was time for bed.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER...

Woke up with the worst headache, possibly still drunk. Ate breakfast shared stories of the night and went to the pool to try and cleanse our souls of the filthy liquor stain that had been left. Not much else went down after this.

Cannonbawwwwl!

A call to room service and half a meal later I felt like death. It was a bout 3pm now and I dozed off for a good four hours... BIG MISTAKE. This messed with my body clock real good. After dinner I tried to force myself to sleep but it didn't happen til about 3am. Once asleep it didn't last long was awake, asleep, awake, asleep all night and then slept through the morning training today. Shit.