I'm sick

Man

I ache all over. I'm not even sure what's wrong. All my joints are sore. Well not all of them, but most of them. Ow. Ow. Shannon was sick for two days, and I'm worried I've gotten whatever he had. That would be perfect for new years. At least I'm not vomiting like him. Ha, ha, he tried to find a circumspect place to vomit and just before he did a small family unit came and walked past right where he was.

I'm going to try and chili it out of my system.

Gabi and I have been intending to have a chili off for days now, but we haven't gotten it together yet, and personally I think she's scared.

We're in Ko Lanta now and I think it's like a family style beach. The beaches aren't as nice as Ko Phi Phi, but at least I don't feel like I'm somewhere in America (or even South Africa) in a Thai Style Amusement Park.

Oof.

Looks like my New Years is going to be pretty tame, but still can't be much more isolated then last year in Lalibela. They don't even celebrate New Years there, and it involved my team and I getting a bit drunk on honey mead and then going to bed.

My team at the moment and my team last year are about as different as can be. Last years team liked nothing better then to mission every moment, tick off all the sites and run to the next place, frequently with me dragging behind out of breath; this team likes nothing better then to sit down and read in nice places.

Different places, differents trips, different people, different times of life. It's all good though.

Ha, ha, a funny story from Ko Phi Phi. So when hanging out with Darryl and his gang we meet these South American girls; one of them a little cutie from Chili. Over the next day and a half, every single guy in the gang, plus a few Israelis, plus some Greek guys all spend hours c-blocking each other to win her over. I, never being much for competition, not much for sport, and not really willing to compete for Alpha Male spot, spent most of the time talking to her friend watching the other men compete with wit, sporting ability, drinking ability, and other sorts of courting rituals that men do when trying to prove their worth to a woman and their status as Alpha Male.

Of course no one thought to ask if she had a boyfriend. Ha, ha. 8 months long distance and she's saving herself for him. She loves him. Aw, cute. Men scatter and head for the hills, and then me, her, her friend, Darryl and the Israeli end up chilling on the beach.

When we get back to our room, the Israeli tells me he thinks he has fallen in love with her and wonders if he should propose, but she's Catholic and his parents would cut his head off being strict about that sort of thing.

Ah, funny old world.