Back in the zone

OK, so I had vaguely planned (see previous entry) to blog stuff as I travelled around Thailand but it turned out that our quest to find remote places (Ko Lanta and Ko Tao rocked) was successful - which meant no email connections able to cope with the concept of loading up content. So, in no particular order, cool stuff about my holiday:

• Lying on the sand, looking up to the sky and realising we were in the southern hemisphere from the stars being the wrong way up (geography was never my strong point)
• Getting a tattoo from a seriously hot thai guy called Tong
  
• Chatuchak market
• Having one of the best meals of my life in a car park
• Learning to ride a motorbike on dirt tracks (not entirely successful, it's true, but we can edit the minor accident out)
• Sleeping with the aid of valium
• Living without a mirror for the best part of two weeks
• Cheap facials, manicures, massages from super cool women

Best of all was going on holiday with a girlfriend, especially the moment we woke up after a particularly hot, sweaty and mosquito filled night looking like total crap and realising that it really, really didn't matter. Have come back feeling healthy, sorted and ready to take on the world. Watch this space...

Wholesale TopShop

Oh my god. I am in Thailand and yesterday we spent the most incredible 7 hours (yes, 7 hours) in Chatuchak market. Here must be the place that all the buyers for TopShop, River Island, Miss Selfridge and just about every other shop I love come for their stuff. I saw everything I was wearing for sale at various stalls. The only difference? The leggings I was wearing (TopShop, 15 quid) were being sold at just over a pound. AND - praise the lord, shirts fit me here! That's a whole new fashion vista that has just opened up for me...

Clearly we're not just here to shop but yesterday was a fascinating day - at the other end of the scale (we visited just to compare and contrast, you understand) the posh shopping mall in Bangkok's Mayfair equivalent was selling dresses (not as nice as the party dresses we both bought in the market) for 300 quid. There must be some kind of dual economy going on.

And then in the evening we took ourselves to a cool place (according to Time Out anyway) called Bed Supper Club, a VJ bar that appeared to cater for lots of sex tourists. )incidentallz, who are these guys, i feel another blog coming on when I have more credit in the internet cafe...). The point is, I love it here. It is brilliant. Cant wait fo the next two weeks!