The great mistake

Too much sun and one too many pancakes seem to have fried my brain so not much to say today. The only reason to come into the wee internet cafe today (aside from the fact I'm too full of pancake to do much else) is to write about Brett's near fatal mistake ....

Last night we were in the midst of a big thunder storm (just to set the scene), as such, we splashed out on a real restaurant meal, not having much faith in the little umbrellas shielding the street cart stalls to keep us dry (or indeed safe from lightning strike). It was all very nice, we sat and ordered our drinks, then we ordered food. I just got a nice sensible veggie option thing and asked for medium spicy, then Brett ordered green thai curry and asked for it spicy. There's a mistake he won't make again in a hurry! In all fairness to him, we were happily devouring the full flavour spicy food in Indonesia, turns out though that Thailand is a whole different ball game! The first mouthfull was declared as spicy but nice, by the third there was little beads of sweat on his forehead, by the fifth, a little vain started popping in the side of his head and a little after that I was sat opposite this red eyed, sweaty, dribbling wreck of a man (well that was more or less how it went, with maybe a touch of artistic license used in the description - I didn't literally count each mouthful but I did watch things rapidly go downhill for him). I did a damn good job, not only managing to keep a straight face but also making helpful suggestions all the way through the meal. The waiter was far less sensitive and cracked a smile when he passed our table.

Anyway, Brett finished his curry (he couldn't really not - our budget's too tight to waste food). A giant chocolate milkshake and a banana pancake later, he was almost back to normal. Lesson well learnt! (And yes, we are eating way too many pancakes and yes I will probably return double the size of when I left, but man - pancakes here are so yummy!) Plus, they're on practically every corner so resist one stall, you still have to run the gaunlet of 3 more on the way home. That would take a stronger woman than me to resist!

Tomorrow we are off to Phi Phi island.