Darkness & gloom

I’d like to say that despite my inability to train, I remained focused and determined. Afraid it just isn’t so. From the very day I left England, I began sliding on slope lubricated by alcohol and mischief. As injuries plagued my campaign to become a sweet, real life ninja, I continued to slide. Inch by inch. Meter by meter. I left Phuket with a motive to sit tight and gather my thoughts. This also did not go to plan, I found myself swept up in a inexplicably frenetic rush. I flew from Phuket to Kuala Lumpur, flew from KL to Bangkok, flew from Bangkok to Phuket, bused from Phuket to Bangkok, bused from Bangkok to Pattaya, Pattaya to Bangkok….and now here I am panting in semi-exhaustion and severe confusion. There is so little sense in the above travel routes that it makes my face hurt. Especially Pattaya. Never will you find a more wretched hive of scum & villainy.

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So it turns out that Pattaya is the sex capitol of Thailand and home to a thousand old white guys and a numberless horde of young Thai girls. My brief time there was a fascinating insight into the stranger side of humanity. I (perhaps foolishly) went for a massage & in the space of an hour I had two different guys have sex on the mattress next to me. My masseuse was genuinely confused by my lack of sexual intentions & greatly amused by my reactions to the comings & goings of the establishment. Even though I don’t like Pattaya, I don’t want my opinions to seem high & mighty. I have seen and done many strange things in my time, and no doubt have many more wacky and unpredictable adventures ahead of me. Being human is an ugly business. It isn’t neat or pretty all the time. Even simple matters like eating & mating for us inevitably are messy and often embarrassing affairs. These squishy meat-puppets endowed with consciousness are imperfect things. And fascinatingly so. I’m glad I went to Pattaya, even if I never intend to return.

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One of the best parts of the past few crazy weeks was (against all odds) my return to Phuket. It was brief and very expensive, but it allowed me to watch 2 friends hop into the ring & flail their enemies with Muay Thai. It was amazing to watch my Thai trainer/ drinking partner (weirdest combo ever right?) absolutely decimate his opponent in the first right using a vicious combination of angry right hooks and horrifying elbow strikes. I had drank and smoked so much with the man that I was secretly doubting his combative abilities. How wrong I was.
I also had the pleasure of watching a Swedish training partner jump into the ring & fight like crazy for 5 rounds. I love to watch fighting, in all it’s forms, but the experience is enhanced so very much when someone you really know is in that ring. I cheered and screamed like crazy, I was spouting absolute innate drivel by the end of the fight. I think I actually proposed to her from the stands at the end of round three. Sadly sporadic marriage offer was lost in the din and roar of the crowd, but we did laugh about it in the post fight drinking.

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Ahhh drinking. Too much drinking. Be warned if you ever come to Bangkok, this is a dangerous place for thirsty folk. Fun, but your wallet will take a savage beating. I know mine has. So much so that, I must change my initial plans and take the slow road back to paid employment. A heartbreaking notion, but I think that’s where things stand. I have not wanted to admit it, planning has been slow and reluctant. Perhaps that is why I have been so sluggish in typing this blog. It all stings, right in the pride.
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From the shadows amongst broken dreams, with a great weariness & much failure.

Peace, Love & a hope of one day seeing Triangles again…

Scotty

Arrival at Tiger Muay Thai, Thailand

Denmark’s Distortion  festival tried it’s best to kill me, yet somehow I survived and limped onto a plane, dishevelled and hung-over. My flight took me first to Russia, for a brief layover in Moscow, where I was ridiculed by several Russians for not actually staying in there country.

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As one of the biggest items on my bucket list, the comments stung. However, I am adamant about having a good grasp of the Russian language & decent finances before I take on the Russians. So for now, Russia will have to wait, I have another target in my crosshairs.

Phuket, Thailand!
It’s hot, sweaty, full of tourists and for the next month will be my home. More specifically Tiger Muay Thai will be my home.

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A giant sprawling gym filled with fighters and martial arts enthusiasts of all levels. I have the pleasure of living on-site in a spartan dorm room and awaking everyday to the sounds of training and the unmitigated heat of Thailand.

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It’s a pretty cool place to be, however, sadly, I am still shaking off the effects of Ringworm and am unable to participate in training. Hopefully next week I will actually be able to begin the TRAINING part of my traveling/training adventure. Sadly Denmark cost me more than currency, a week of hard drinking & poor diet have left me a little worse for wear. My solo exercising outside of the gym has shown me just have far I have to go in the fitness world. Adjusting to the heat & shaking off the partying has not been as smooth as I would hope, thanks a lot Past-Scotty. But every day I improve & am eagerly counting the days until I can grapple, punch & kick my way to exhaustion and beyond. The atmosphere of the camp is brilliant. Even though I have yet to participate in the camaraderie, it is obviously riddled throughout the camp. Everywhere you look people are pushing themselves, sweating & beating the crap out of each other or pads. Thai trainers shouts & the clack of shins hitting pads fill the air through all hours of the day. I will show you around the gym properly once I am taking part in it, for now the idea of snapping photos of places I can’t train in is a bit too much. But soon. Soon I will be another sweaty beginner, flailing about in a overtired mess, struggling to keep up with the class. I for one, cannot wait!
Adorably, my family who have not seen me for over a year, came out to Thailand to visit.  My brother is even spending the month training here at Tiger with me! How fucking cool is that? Seeing them has been brilliant and a reminder of just how long I have been away from ‘home’. I use the term home tentatively, as I am not certain that the area I grew up in truly holds that place in my heart anymore. It will always be sacred to me, no doubt, but is it truly home? I am not so sure. Perhaps I will find a new home on my travels? Or a hundred new homes? Only time will tell.
For now, this is a nice place to be. And for today, that’s enough.

Peace. Love. Triangles.

From a sunburnt and sweaty,
Scotty