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Well, Blogging seems to be quite a nice thing to do from time to time so I thought I'd carry on, post-war.

We, Jeam & I, have just been to Laos after our trip to Kanchanaburi and Sanklaburi, near the Burmese border. It was very nice. Very slow, very nice scenery, very friendly people and all in all a splendid change from the traffic, heat and orderly disorder that is Bangkok. I'll put the photos on the photo album on Panaya Park when we get the film developed and I program in the photo album. Been looking at a few but they seem rather complicated. Others that are not just don't have enough features. Nevertheless, I have to do one for another site anyway so I might as well do it today.

We're off to Ranong tomorrow. There are a couple of islands that look just right for five or six days of doing very, very little, although isms & ics seem to cling to me so I'm taking my laptop so I can do some work/hobbies in the evening and we can also watch DVDs while sitting outside our bungalow. Also hope to watch the Arse win the Premier League tomorrow after Newcastle beat Chelski and the Gunners humiliate Sp*rs.

Blog to me later ...

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All I needed for another Blog.
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Well, I reached 47 days of no alcohol consumption and then succumbed on the first evening of my holiday. No real surprises from me and no real big disappointment. It was an anticlimax as I thought it would be but nevertheless the beer was pleasant.

We were having a meal on a restaurant that also happened to float on the River Kwai so I am afraid that it required the presence of my old friend, Lager.

Anyway, a very enjoyable evening was had by the both of us. Jeam was particularly happy as she had never been on a 'floating restaurant' before and come to think of it, neither had I.

News:

Floating restaurant
Seeing Jack Fruit growing on a tree - bloody big things jack fruit. Poor tree.
Seeing Pomelo growing on a tree. Big grapefruit shaped things. Taste like grapefruit, too.
Eating 'Man Keaw' a type of fruit. Pretty tasteless really and looked much more delicious than it actually was.
River rafting. Enjoyable but would have been less hard work if the old bugger we were alocated had pulled his weight a bit more with the bamboo stick we used to propel ourselves along the river with.
Crossing a river on an elephant. Damn versatile things, elephants.
Swimming in a Thai lake. Very nice after a run in the morning.
Eating so-called 'Burmese curry'. Tasted like dish water and was probably something similar to what the poor sods building the railway were given by the Imperial Japanese Army all those years ago.

So.
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet Blog o' mine?

Blog a little bit. Blog a little bit of your blog to me.

54 days to go. I must say that for anyone who likes a beer as much as I do - and I do like a beer, when you're counting the days till your next one it can usually be done on one hand. I'm looking forward to that day.

The summer is upon us in Bangers and the heat just cries out for a nice thin stemmed but gradually rising to a cresendo of fizzy, effervescent froth, dancing in the shadows of the just-set sun, topping the condensation forming just-off freezing-chilled amber delight called .... Lager.

They don't even sell the crap non-alcoholic version here like they do in Spain so there isn't even a placebo but I suppose it wouldn't really be one as I'd damn well be able to taste the difference between bottled urine and the real thing. Unless of course one likes to embibe Heineken.

Well, will I make it? I am of course posing this question to myself as it is me who has to decide these things. It is certainly the longest I've been without a drink for twenty years, so I'd be quick to offer excuses for not lasting the course and still be satisfied; but which one of me am I kidding?

It's easy when I'm working as I have a good incentive in staying focussed but now I have 25 days holiday.

I give myself a 40/60 chance of making it to the end without crumbling on a balmy evening in Vientiane.

Blogger and out.

I was blogging as a blogger in a blogtail bar. That much I know.

April the 4th. 58 days to go till the hundred days war is over. Well, what can I say? I've ran 5 mornings this week but not much weight coming off. Got up at 6:00 am every morning and went out 'on the road'. It made me feel better but I'm not geting any nearer the half-way 5000 gram point.

I shall try a long run tonight and tomorrow night and see what happens. I'm busy at work and it's quite difficult to do regular exercise at regular times.

Played football in an indoor court the other day. Air-conditioned. Cool. Literally. I did notice the good effects of being a little lighter and perhaps not drinking for such a while. I wasn't as abjectly knackered after five minutes as I would normally have been.

I'm eating meat again - chicken and stuff but I'll try to avoid fried and stuff in sweet sauce. Quite difficult as Thais love fried food in sweet sauce.

As I mentioned to myself at the beginning of this blog, it's going to be one of the most uninteresting Blogs ever, so for those coming in via Panaya Park, you won't be disappointed.